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Drooling Mutant Fangirl's Weblog
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Friday, March 28, 2003
Ackies. Everything's bad and craaazy. And not just with the war.
My friend Laura rolled her car a few days back. She's gonna be ok--she was wearing her seatbelt, and she got REALLY lucky--but it's still just...I dunno. I wish I could go down to San Diego and see her, do more than just send her a care package of books. ("Memory of Fire" and "Wreck of Heaven," both by Holly Lisle, in case anyone's interested.) If I'd been smart, I would've brought along some Butterfinger cocoa to include as well, but I didn't think of it, and didn't have time to run to the market, on top of the post office.
So I'm depressed. And we all know what the cure for that is, don't we? Yup--exercise.
And my writing is stuck, too. It's kind of like with waves, how they either reinforce each other or cancel each other out. If either my life or my writing is going well, I can get through the other being sucky. But when the suck hits both at once (such as, being forced to admit that maybe a Regency romance isn't what I should be writing, at least not right now) there is nowhere to hide.
Geez. I need some exercise, before I curl up in a ball and start (or continue) whining like a Skywalker.
10:10 PM
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