Hello to new reader ladyteal and returning reader the_elfster!
Exhaustion like whoa, nausea. Walking from the parking garage to Caribou Coffee was Too Much. Which is, how you say, teh suck. Ah well. No brainfuckery yet.
*rubs hands together*
Vacation is over, kiddies. Starting today, I'm in hardcore writing mode with Walking on Water... it's been anecdotal thus far, because hey, it's been LJ entries. I can tell you about Jackson and the Hungarian champagne without telling you much about Jackson, because you get a bit about Jackson just from reading me. But that's an anecdote. It's not a story. That's a fun memory, but I need to make you see Jackson with his scraggly hair and his Esprit pajama pants trying to peddle this champagne, and you need to know why, and you need to know what his apartment looked like because that's part of knowing Jackson. If this is going to be a book, I'm going to need more than LJ entries, more than snippets.
And my nonwriting task is to get Elayna's outgrown fall-and-winter clothes ready for the fall Glenn School Sale. Make us a little bit of money, at least.