3277/17773; Aladdin has evil fay genetics!

(Nano wc/novel wc; I find the oddest things in my notes, when I go back and look at them...)

Dear Livejournal,

You are being stupid and won't let me post. I should like to tell everybody that I have finally finished chapter seven, which was originally 3.1k and has expanded into 3.5k without even getting to what was originally the final event. And the donkey has been jettisoned, still napping, to find its own fate. Meanwhile, Verizon is also stupid, and despite telling me many times that they are sending me a new phone for absolutely free, still requires that I go get my credit card to type in the info before I can order it. Go figure. But I have succumbed to temptation, and will be joining the RAZR club sometime in the next 3-5 business days. If any of you clever people (grauwulf? dominyk?) ever sorts out how to break into the evil verizon programming and steal its soul, please do share... In the mean time, I shall contemplate entirely non-technological options on how to, er, change the product branding. You'll see...

The maple tree outside my window has turned lovely colors, and when I walk into my room around mid-afternoon the air is suffused with an orangey-red glow. Very pretty.

Meanwhile, I am working up to writing the stupidest sentences ever. Like this one: "Sinbad got a nice letter of employment from the witch Ceridwen, whose ad for a general servant to do odd jobs in exchange for a stipend and some magical tutoring he had answered with some optimism." Which I could totally sort out, rephrase, and make to make actual sense, but I have not. Instead, I'm making more messes. Phoey on me.

Ah, you are fixed now. much better.

3.8k/18k-- I am so behind...

Once upon a time, I had a stencil, with which I was going to make at least 2 more t-shirts. And then I Put It Away... (I know, I know...) sigh. The windows went off, so I closed the heating. If anyone sees my brain, or my red spool of thread, please let me know.

And wikipedia is mean and won't tell me what size baby alligators hatch at, so I don't know if I can fit a stuffed one someplace on Ceridwen's ceiling. But she keeps a jar full of souls on her workbence as a reading light. I wonder where she got them? Perhaps I should give her bottles of the latest patent medicine ideas from work: Dr Brian's Calcium Balls, and Stephen's Suspicious Syrup. Although admittedly the entire scene is pretty much a diversion, since I've been describing the cottage instead of having the conversation that needs to happen before I can go on to the actual plot points of the chapter. And instead at the moment I'm going to make a last search for the stencil and probably go to sleep or something. 'cause I'm boring like that, and there's nobody interesting around to make it worth staying awake & stuff.