La di da di da di daa, la di daa, la di daa

So, I kinda spent a lot of my writing time tonight doing something data entry-ish, and it was incredibly soothing. Like, there was no pressure to follow a plot or characterization, and I just go to type. I enjoyed it. But then it got boring.

I think I might be eerily OK with a data entry job.

And now I'm going to write 500 more words so I can break 13,000 words. I'm guessing this is going to take me a half an hour. And tomorrow afternoon, all I'm going to do is do laundry and type, because I have to work on Thursday and Friday, and will probably not be motivated enough to write those days.

Ha ha. I've no idea if I'll hit 50,000 words or not. Probably not.

Question of the morning

I'm going out to do chores in an hour, but I want to break 14,000 words before I do. (It's not a habit; it's cool.)

My quandary of the morning:

Is "St. George's blessed ballsack" too graphic a curse for romantic fiction?

Because the likelihood of me using this are really high. I can only say "odso!" so many times, folks. And "corpus christe" screams "city in Texas" anymore.

I need more antiquated swears.

Meme: Arresting!

If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for? Answer me, then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.

Everybody on my friends list is doing this, but I have no idea what to tell all of you. So, I'm going to say that you all would be tossed in a cop car after yelling at some kids for kicking puppies, which made their parents really mad, because those puppies needed kicking, so they called the cops and lied and said that you were enticing their children with candy.

It was a total frame up.