This shit is getting old

Today was training for White Trash Queen. Ugh. They are by far the tackiest of our partners as far as virtually disposable clothing goes. It's almost unanimously cheap jersey knit---most of it won't last more than a season without falling apart. They're cheap in the remunerative sense as well---we got NOTHING in the way of swag or refreshments. And as usual, they were late getting started.

My WIP is progressing very slowly; I put the delay to work for me and jotted down a couple of steno pages of notes. I've been trying to finish by tomorrow as a Valentine of sorts, but the best case scenario, if I completely bust ass is a very rough draft posted at 11:59 PM tomorrow night. I'm not holding my breath, because it's only about half done right now. Maybe, if I get over to my house early tomorrow and if it's a really slow night and I can go balls to the wall, maybe. (Which is pretty sad, since I think it's only gonna be about 2500 words.)

Much as I would like to squee about the return of Jericho, I haven't got the energy. It looks good. I'm happy. Yay.

This shit is getting old

Today was training for White Trash Queen. Ugh. They are by far the tackiest of our partners as far as virtually disposable clothing goes. It's almost unanimously cheap jersey knit---most of it won't last more than a season without falling apart. They're cheap in the remunerative sense as well---we got NOTHING in the way of swag or refreshments. And as usual, they were late getting started.

My WIP is progressing very slowly; I put the delay to work for me and jotted down a couple of steno pages of notes. I've been trying to finish by tomorrow as a Valentine of sorts, but the best case scenario, if I completely bust ass is a very rough draft posted at 11:59 PM tomorrow night. I'm not holding my breath, because it's only about half done right now. Maybe, if I get over to my house early tomorrow and if it's a really slow night and I can go balls to the wall, maybe. (Which is pretty sad, since I think it's only gonna be about 2500 words.)

Much as I would like to squee about the return of Jericho, I haven't got the energy. It looks good. I'm happy. Yay.