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Progress: meh
Nov. 5th, 2012 07:58 am I did get 738 words on the Advent-calendar story, which I really ought to call a vignette, as it doesn't have anything resembling a plot. Then I was utterly self-indulgent and wrote 2439 words of Athos/d'Artagnan slash, giggling at it the whole while, especially because of the historically-appropriate pun I managed to sneak in there:
I spent a lot of the weekend lying propped up on pillows, as I'm having breathing troubles which are almost certainly anxiety, but do seem to diminish when I recline instead of sitting up. I went to see the doctor about it, and it's not my heart, or my lungs, and I'm getting plenty of oxygen in my system, but he wants me to see an ENT and have a scope put down my throat to make sure there's no obstructions. My throat is closing at the very THOUGHT of it. Not looking forward to that. At least I got a flu shot out of Friday's visit. Meanwhile, I have the laptop in bed.
I will try to finish the Advent vignette today, and get a start on Julia and Mrs. Campbell, and NOT write the self-indulgent Athos/Author Avatar plotbunny I have. I will CERTAINLY not spend time researching French playwrights of the 17th century to support that one. My enduring love for that silly movie and the way Kiefer Sutherland looked in 1993 are insufficient excuses. But it's there in the back of my mind, a bit of comfort fic for myself.
If I decide I need to get out of the house, there's two books I need to pick up at the library. I ought to finish my current one first. And if I want to be domestically productive, there are dishes to do, and bread I want to bake, and it's getting chilly enough that I should shrink-wrap the windows. Oh yes, and I need to go to the main post office to buy stamps. They did not have Constitution stamps at the nearby branch, and if I'm going to buy Forever Stamps, I want my homegirl on them. Maybe I'll try the branch near the haircut place first, though.
Bleh. That pounding at the door was a DirectTV installer who had the wrong address entirely. Hope he enjoyed the sight of my reading glasses and frowsty hair and Hello Kitty pajama bottoms.
And with that, I should have breakfast. Happy Monday, everyone.
D'Artagnan bolted upright with a startled cry, then fell back on his elbows. "What are you doing?""Playing a tune on the virginal, what does it look like I'm doing?" Athos nuzzled against D'Artagnan's thigh, pressing a soft kiss just at the inner crease. "Lie back and enjoy it, lad. Unless you'd rather I didn't?""No, no," D'Artagnan said hastily. "I was just surprised, that's all." He settled himself against the age-flattened pillows.
I spent a lot of the weekend lying propped up on pillows, as I'm having breathing troubles which are almost certainly anxiety, but do seem to diminish when I recline instead of sitting up. I went to see the doctor about it, and it's not my heart, or my lungs, and I'm getting plenty of oxygen in my system, but he wants me to see an ENT and have a scope put down my throat to make sure there's no obstructions. My throat is closing at the very THOUGHT of it. Not looking forward to that. At least I got a flu shot out of Friday's visit. Meanwhile, I have the laptop in bed.
I will try to finish the Advent vignette today, and get a start on Julia and Mrs. Campbell, and NOT write the self-indulgent Athos/Author Avatar plotbunny I have. I will CERTAINLY not spend time researching French playwrights of the 17th century to support that one. My enduring love for that silly movie and the way Kiefer Sutherland looked in 1993 are insufficient excuses. But it's there in the back of my mind, a bit of comfort fic for myself.
If I decide I need to get out of the house, there's two books I need to pick up at the library. I ought to finish my current one first. And if I want to be domestically productive, there are dishes to do, and bread I want to bake, and it's getting chilly enough that I should shrink-wrap the windows. Oh yes, and I need to go to the main post office to buy stamps. They did not have Constitution stamps at the nearby branch, and if I'm going to buy Forever Stamps, I want my homegirl on them. Maybe I'll try the branch near the haircut place first, though.
Bleh. That pounding at the door was a DirectTV installer who had the wrong address entirely. Hope he enjoyed the sight of my reading glasses and frowsty hair and Hello Kitty pajama bottoms.
And with that, I should have breakfast. Happy Monday, everyone.
