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boring and/or cryptic novel points for today (30.5k to 33.1k)
*everyone has just learned that they are on the wrong side of the continent (ie, have travelled there just before someone tries to invade back home, oops)
*I have just discovered a way to include illusory Pleistocene megafauna. Yay!
*I've started hash tagging half my nano-related twitter updates with #boring as well as #nanowrimo
*v tired, but just under 3k words behind for the day. I will never get to bed before 11pm again. phoey.
*three cheers for the return of sarcastic ravens! Now to make them plot-necessary rather than a random diversion...
*Also, I may have lost the ability to form coherent sentences in lj-land, but also lost my normal inhibition against posting comments to random people I don't actually know.
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And unrelated to novelling, I find that the cat is indeed a mighty hunter, or at least capable of catching a camel cricket. In fact, he brought it upstairs to chew its legs off on the rug next to me, possibly so that I could admire his hunting prowess, and so far as I can tell, he did manage to eat it, and most of the dropped legs. I feel vindicated in my decision not to let him outside where he can attack the birds.
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*I have just discovered a way to include illusory Pleistocene megafauna. Yay!
*I've started hash tagging half my nano-related twitter updates with #boring as well as #nanowrimo
*v tired, but just under 3k words behind for the day. I will never get to bed before 11pm again. phoey.
*three cheers for the return of sarcastic ravens! Now to make them plot-necessary rather than a random diversion...
*Also, I may have lost the ability to form coherent sentences in lj-land, but also lost my normal inhibition against posting comments to random people I don't actually know.
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And unrelated to novelling, I find that the cat is indeed a mighty hunter, or at least capable of catching a camel cricket. In fact, he brought it upstairs to chew its legs off on the rug next to me, possibly so that I could admire his hunting prowess, and so far as I can tell, he did manage to eat it, and most of the dropped legs. I feel vindicated in my decision not to let him outside where he can attack the birds.
Experimentally cross-posty from dreamwidth. Comments encouraged in either location.