writingwritingwritingwinewriting...scones?

I'm sorry to those on my flist who are tired of me bitching about my thesis.  I can only promise that there is much more of it to come.  :P

Alright, word count.  I haven't officially typed anything up, but I got about 6 pages of long hand written out.  This might sound impressive, but I write long hand using a marker and double spaced on loose leaf paper (I can write fast enough to keep up with my thoughts that way), so this actually comes to only about 450-500 words in reality.  BUT, I also did my usual shortening of sentences when I jot thoughts down in a long-hand rough draft, so typed out it should actually reach my daily word count.  I'll do an official count tomorrow after I finish writing out this section and officially type it up.



Keep count may wind up being harder than I expected considering my writing process.  (Yes, I kill forests.)  HOWEVER, I don't know if I would've actually written anything if I hadn't committed myself to NaNoWriMo and actually told people both on- and off-line that I was doing it.  :D

I will admit, tackling this is scary as hell, and I think the uncertainty of where to start this beast of a thesis is what's held me back for so long.  I realized today that it doesn't really matter where I start, as long as I do something, anything. 

I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can...


In other news, these scones are the best things ever, especially if you swap the raisins for cranberries!  Mmmm...

Coffee shop ramblings

Currently at my fav coffee shop, theoretically doing research and semi-random writing (\o/).  In reality, I'm mostly people watching.  There's three older men having a meeting of sorts with a laptop open in front of them.  They look relaxed and busier than I am.  There's two very old women having tea and scones, curly white hair, glasses, delicate (slightly spotted) and transparent skin, and sassy comments included.  At least two sets of students working on projects.  And an older couple who look like they're having a good conversation and enjoying each others company.

Oh, and there's Rob, the manager.  BRB, he's coming over to chat.

I'm back!  Nice guy.  He's laughing at me, as usual, the twerp.  Seriously, though, I love this place.  It's noisy enough that you can't identify the music or conversations, but not too noisy to be distracting.  The atmosphere is chilled out and the people interesting.

And there's awesome coffee.  Although I'm learning that's definitely not the most important thing.  :)

Alright, enough dicking around.  Back to work. 

Happy Monday, all!

How did I manage this?

I somehow managed to pull a muscle in my back shoulder area, right next to my shoulder blade.  Where's a half nekkid hot masseuse when I need him.  Or her.  I'm not picky.

Ow.  :(