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Aug. 24th, 2004 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieToday's word count--6,771. Which means only 830 for the day, but it's better than nothing.
I can't wait for school to start--I'll get my regular hours back, and this year Paidhi Boy is going five days a week. Five mornings free, in a row, every week. Just me and the laptop. Heaven!
In other news, the dishwasher stopped working, and I mentioned my desire for one that would go under the counter--the one we have has to be rolled over to the sink and hooked up to the faucet--and suddenly a new dishwasher is turning into a new floor, a new counter, maybe a new cabinet (a freestanding one--we can't possibly afford to replace the cabinets just now). It's all sort of scary, but kind of fun to consider maybe having floor tiles that I actually get to pick out. There's been lots of measuring and graph paper and considering.
I was having one of those incompetent evenings last night. I got some yarn on sale--cheapie acrylic, but it was on clearance for less than a quarter a skein, and as soon as she saw it, Paidhi Girl asked if I would please make her a sweater with it. Well, for less than two dollars I got enough yarn for two sweaters, and now Paidhi Boy wants one too. So I've been working on it, and I started working on the collar last night--it's a turtleneck kind of thing--and I was knitting along, sort of annoyed because it was threatening to slip off the double-pointed needles, and they kept poking me. I haven't worked with double pointed needles for a while. Anyway, I'm knitting along and suddenly the yarn just stops. Yeah, I'd been knitting the tail instead of the actual yarn. Had to go back and do it again. It was a really long one, too. Doh!
Got another story up at critters tomorrow. I'm less pleased with this story, generally, than I was about Squeaky. And I'm kind of annoyed that there was a similar title in the batch this week--but what can you do, that's the breaks. (It does feel like showing up to a party and finding someone else is wearing the same dress, though.) Well, we'll see what the critters have to say. And as for Squeaky, well, I sent that bad boy right back out the door.
I can't wait for school to start--I'll get my regular hours back, and this year Paidhi Boy is going five days a week. Five mornings free, in a row, every week. Just me and the laptop. Heaven!
In other news, the dishwasher stopped working, and I mentioned my desire for one that would go under the counter--the one we have has to be rolled over to the sink and hooked up to the faucet--and suddenly a new dishwasher is turning into a new floor, a new counter, maybe a new cabinet (a freestanding one--we can't possibly afford to replace the cabinets just now). It's all sort of scary, but kind of fun to consider maybe having floor tiles that I actually get to pick out. There's been lots of measuring and graph paper and considering.
I was having one of those incompetent evenings last night. I got some yarn on sale--cheapie acrylic, but it was on clearance for less than a quarter a skein, and as soon as she saw it, Paidhi Girl asked if I would please make her a sweater with it. Well, for less than two dollars I got enough yarn for two sweaters, and now Paidhi Boy wants one too. So I've been working on it, and I started working on the collar last night--it's a turtleneck kind of thing--and I was knitting along, sort of annoyed because it was threatening to slip off the double-pointed needles, and they kept poking me. I haven't worked with double pointed needles for a while. Anyway, I'm knitting along and suddenly the yarn just stops. Yeah, I'd been knitting the tail instead of the actual yarn. Had to go back and do it again. It was a really long one, too. Doh!
Got another story up at critters tomorrow. I'm less pleased with this story, generally, than I was about Squeaky. And I'm kind of annoyed that there was a similar title in the batch this week--but what can you do, that's the breaks. (It does feel like showing up to a party and finding someone else is wearing the same dress, though.) Well, we'll see what the critters have to say. And as for Squeaky, well, I sent that bad boy right back out the door.
