Righter
Today should have been all about me writing and doing my eleventy billion pages of reading for class, but instead I made CDs and installed a new toner cartridge and downloaded British TV shows. Yes, I officially suck.
But the Bond Girl is getting a new mix CD to replace the one that was allegedly destroyed by the pimpmobile. And the GFs art gallery (okay, it’s not really hers, but it might as well be) gets listenable music for the next art opening…that sounds really dirty. Art opening.
I think I’m going to start calling out for flash fic triggers to get the juices flowign (you know, I was going to correct that, but I kind of like the way it looks – flowign). But no one’s reading so…problem. Maybe the GF will post one. Or four hundred. Anonymously of course.
Yay on the mix! (I am desperate for something to listen to; apparently USPS has mishandled my copy of the new Cat Power… it’s many days overdue now.)
As for triggers:
Flighty skinny girl hits a swan with her car…
Wait. We already had that one. Damn.
(p.s. I now have two files sitting open on my computer but it’s clear that I will not be writing today. I haven’t written, really, in about a month. So I feel your procrastinatory cry for help.)
(p.p.s. I have kiddie valentines for you two!)