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Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffI woke up this morning with a headache, and I've been fighting it all day. I took some sinus/allergy stuff in morning, and it eased, then came back. I took a stronger allergy med, and it got better for a while. Then it came back again, and I went to lie down. When I got up, it was even worse. After an hour, I popped an Imitrex (migraine med) and it went away completely.
But I pretty much finished chapter 12 today:
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. His voice came out as a croak so he coughed, swallowed, and tried again. "Hello." I’m talking to a goddamned bird, he thought. But fast on that, from some other place within, no, this is not a bird. A laugh started in his chest, but he coughed instead. "Who are you?"
Ah, you are not mad. That is good.
He did laugh, then, a great shout that went up into the blue sky . "Oh," he shook his head," I don’t know about that."
I like the way that it's going, but I'd sure like a crit. The crits help me with direction, especially plot. Keeps me focused and juiced, too.
I feel like I need a break from Luke. At four nears old, he's great, but ... he talks non-stop and I just want some quiet.
I talked to Mike on line today, linked with the web cam and microphone. It was so good to see him. I so want to lean up against him and just relax, just let everything go and relax and not think of anything.
Luke is crying now because I snapped at him. He was crawling on me and I told him to go away. "I don't like you," he says. I know that he means that he's angry, but, sigh ...
But I pretty much finished chapter 12 today:
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. His voice came out as a croak so he coughed, swallowed, and tried again. "Hello." I’m talking to a goddamned bird, he thought. But fast on that, from some other place within, no, this is not a bird. A laugh started in his chest, but he coughed instead. "Who are you?"
Ah, you are not mad. That is good.
He did laugh, then, a great shout that went up into the blue sky . "Oh," he shook his head," I don’t know about that."
I like the way that it's going, but I'd sure like a crit. The crits help me with direction, especially plot. Keeps me focused and juiced, too.
I feel like I need a break from Luke. At four nears old, he's great, but ... he talks non-stop and I just want some quiet.
I talked to Mike on line today, linked with the web cam and microphone. It was so good to see him. I so want to lean up against him and just relax, just let everything go and relax and not think of anything.
Luke is crying now because I snapped at him. He was crawling on me and I told him to go away. "I don't like you," he says. I know that he means that he's angry, but, sigh ...