Yesterday we had a snow day. Today Michael is still at home, but I had to come in to work. Bah. Driving actually wasn’t too bad; not many people were out, and all the overpasses had been sanded. Getting through the 1/4″ sheet of ice on my car so I could get in it? Trickier.
Michael, who went out yesterday to pick up our new laptops from FedEx (since they couldn’t deliver to his office), left his ice scraper in his car. “So how are you going to get into your car later?” I asked. He shrugged. He doesn’t have to go anywhere today. My response was unprintable.
I don’t want to be here today. I am not the kind of person who can get bored during an ice storm; even if the power goes out, I’m happy as long as there’s light to read by. I own 200+ books I haven’t read (not to mention the 20-odd people have lent me that I haven’t touched yet). I own 800-odd more that could stand rereading. I have fourteen novels kicking around in my head that I could write longhand if I had to. I can do yoga and tai chi if I need exercise. My fridge is stocked.
Give me some more snow days, people.
Michael’s happy as long as the power’s on. Not only do we have the new computers to set up, but the World of Warcraft expansion came out Tuesday — and yes, he went out around 11 p.m. on Monday, in the ice, to stand in line for his copy. He reports that was not the only person of our acquaintance named Michael in that line.
ETA: photos of the ice.
So. I started novel_in_90 (explanation) over the weekend. So far, so good; we’ll see how it goes now that I’m back at work. I figure I’ll spare you the daily updates and report weekly roundups or something, but if you’re intensely curious, there’s a progress bar on my home page that gets updated whenever I get done with my quota for the day.
From my intro to the community:
…working on one of my many incomplete drafts. Currently at 28K or so, this one is known as Sparky (not its real name) due to a mix-up in my writing group about the name of a minor character.
Sparky keeps getting shoved aside in favor of other ideas that come along and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Clearly, Sparky needs to grow a backbone. I figure for 90 days, it can damn well tell the others to piss off… and if not, it doesn’t deserve to live.
And so far, only 380-something words done on one of the other projects (not counted in the progress meter). Sparky has grown the merest beginnings of a backbone. Now if it could grow an interesting male lead, that’d be a plus. The current one? I might have to take him out back and drown him.