Sunday, September 14, 2008

When it rains, it pours...literally

Daily Stats:
Words: 3000
Caffeine: morning cup + midmorning cappuccino
Evil Calories: homemade brownies (I love me)
Reality TV: Alton Brown Feasting on Waves

Thanks to the tail-end of hurricane Ike, I've spend almost the entire weekend inside. Writing, eating brownies, writing...watching water seep into my basement. The people that used it to live here had two enormous dogs. Water + stale dog smell = nasty. Which is why cats rule. They don't stink and they happily poop in a box. What more can you ask for in an animal?

So, I should be about 5000K words ahead of where I actually am, but apparently moping up rain water is more important than me working out my MC's "inner child" issues. I mean...yes, I can work it all out in my head while I'm getting oog water all over my fuzzy pink slippers, but until they invent a mind reading inkjet printer, I still have to carve out the time to write it all down. Can't those uber-nerds stop cloning sheep for three seconds and invent something useful??

4 comments:

Big Plain V said...

Can't those uber-nerds stop cloning sheep for three seconds and invent something useful??

Yeah, no kidding. How bout some anti-rain spray to protect your house and beer? (It rained on my Irish Music Festival too)

Elizabeth said...

I love rain.
But not soggy basements.
It is still summery hot here near your old stomping grounds.

There should be some program that reads your WIP and then produces an award winning query. I'll vote for that!

Tracey said...

Mmmmmm, soggy dog! Hope you're fluffy pinks have dried out. Psst. Got any more brownies? I'm at my point total for the day and I'm really hungry. I'll eat vicariously through you.

Eileen said...

Stay dry and keep writing. Take care.