Weekend Update
Jun. 29th, 2009 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustIt's been whacky. Cal is pushing hard to not be forced into diapers or the stroller anymore, but he isn't quite getting the whole toilet-training thing (we had him in training pants four times today, changing him completely after four separate accidents...though interestingly, he at least apparently knew not to pee on Mommy and Daddy's bed. Instead, he'd go into the living room and pee), and he also doesn't really like walking on his own for very long. The good part is that Steve has his Dad's car until Thursday, and has promised to drive us up to Surrey Place tomorrow morning. The bad part is that I'll still have to get him back down under my own speed, which probably won't be very speedy.
Otherwise: Still blocked, though I have a much better idea of what comes next. I spent today doing research and working distractedly on the sub-project of rewriting Blood from the Air's outline. My hope is that if I can do it well enough, it'll net me both an agent and Something to Do Next, but again, I really need to buckle down and make sure I don't get thrown off-track with Book of Tongues. Wordage must be produced, the distance from here to there crossed--all that. I owe it as much to Chess, Rook, Morrow and Ixchel as I do to myself.
Meanwhile, fandom continues to crumble, and I continue to try not to care. I've got enough shit on my plate without ordering up some more of it to eat, thank you.
Otherwise: Still blocked, though I have a much better idea of what comes next. I spent today doing research and working distractedly on the sub-project of rewriting Blood from the Air's outline. My hope is that if I can do it well enough, it'll net me both an agent and Something to Do Next, but again, I really need to buckle down and make sure I don't get thrown off-track with Book of Tongues. Wordage must be produced, the distance from here to there crossed--all that. I owe it as much to Chess, Rook, Morrow and Ixchel as I do to myself.
Meanwhile, fandom continues to crumble, and I continue to try not to care. I've got enough shit on my plate without ordering up some more of it to eat, thank you.
