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Goals for the day:
Wait, what was that? Oh, this thread is about writing goals? Um… then my goal is to make progress of some sort. Yeah, that's it. Progress. On something. Anything.
- make dough for bagels, pizza, and bread
- keep toddler from eating too much rabbit poop
- watch an episode of Circus, which I'm kind of obsessed with
- finish all the housework I put off in husband's absence
Maybe I'll have some sort of plot epiphany while baking.
I'm going to write a smutty blurt tonight. Even if it kills me.
Mr. Tatyana is home, with gifts for me and the kidlet and an amusing story of being asked by a bunch of older, very proper British and German engineers to explain what "santorum" means.
Man, I would have paid good money to see that exchange.
He's entertaining the kidlet after lunch and I'm going to the library. I owe my advisor some research, but as a form or productive procrastination I'll probably write a bit more of my summer lovin' story.
OMG - did Mr T stick with the "political" definition? Seems like that'd be safest. Egads. I don't think there's a polite way of describing the other definition.
Good luck with both research and writing.
That was actually the problem. One of the Germans had read about Rick Santorum's "google problem," and assumed he had a hard time using google, lol. The German brought it up with the older American, who knew the name Santorum had some other meaning, but he didn't know what it was. As a group, they decided to ask Mr. T.
Ha!
Now see, this could cause serious international problems. I mean, if he does answer, won't they wonder how he came to know something like that?
So... what did he tell them?
Ha, no international problems. He's in a pretty specialized field and they all know each other pretty well; they see each other two-three times a year, email constantly, etc.
He told them what it was. Seeing as most are older than his father, and reportedly blushed and stuttered, it would have been a classic scene to see.
Poor guys will probably have nightmares.
Are you saying I'm nightmare material, PL?
Humph. And to think, you called me a hussy just the other day. Oh, how my stock has fallen.
Oh, come on, mon amie. You're purposely taking that wrong, and you know it. Why do you do that to all the things I write?
It's those fluffy little ears on your tiger AV. They just beg for my contrarian nature to come out and ruffle your feathers, er, fur.
And boo, autoplot and Thee. Sorry things haven't worked out.
I have to go write more on the hockey story so that Tatyana can feel sorry for my bad guys and berate my protagonists.
Sigh. 10,000 words into a story told from one POV only to realize that the story will be much, much better if told from two POVs. So now I have to go back and change a bunch.
Oh well. Hopefully it will remove some of the plot gymnastics I have going on...
Who says I need to wait for a hockey story for to harass you about this? Kidding, kidding.