So, last night, I wound up changing my NaNo to the third idea on my list of possibilities rather than the second: The Doctor/River and Jack adventure I alluded to in chapter 1 of "A Merry Chase." That broke the dam, and I've been happily writing ever since. I've already caught back up to my old word count and should be able to properly catch up by tomorrow. I figured it was a good sign not only this happens, but the first thing on my Tumblr is an archaeologist find at Easter Island. Score! ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leiascully and hihoplastic helped me nail down the plot points I want to cover and in return, I sent them and coffeesuperhero random care packages at 3 a.m. They all got Jammie Dodgers and tea from Wegmans. ^_^
I got a letter on Thursday from Audrey (misaoshinomori), who's in basic training for the Navy! She's doing well, but she misses everyone and fanfic and her music. She's not allowed to email, but can write letters, so I'm glad we can correspond now. She asked me for a couple of drabbles, so I handwrote her two of her requests (the third was Naruto and I haven't seen enough of it to write it.) It's such a joy to actually get a real piece of mail.
So, stupid Meg moment I forgot to mention yesterday: On Thursday, we met for the 5 p.m. budget meeting at work and spent the first couple of minutes joking around like we normally do. One of the assistant city editors said he was getting sick, so the other ACE and I quickly shoved our chairs away from him. But, I'm not sure what happened with my chair. I must have pushed too hard, it got stuck on the carpet, or what have you, but the chair suddenly went back on two legs. I hovered there for a moment as the assortment of editors, copy editors and designers gaped at me.
"Oh, crap," I said in this extremely calm voice, then the chair toppled and I landed on my back.
I think my boss sprinted over from the copy desk pod. Even the editor came out of his office to see if I was OK. I was perfectly fine (except for my dignity, but even that wasn't singed much because I thought it was absolutely hilarious myself) and for falling over ass backwards, it was a pretty soft landing. I think we all spent the next five minutes laughing so hard that we were crying -- I know I was!
The ACE I sat across from said, "At least you weren't wearing a skirt."
The managing editor, who I was sitting next to, said his favorite part with the calm "Oh, crap."
leiascully and hihoplastic helped me nail down the plot points I want to cover and in return, I sent them and coffeesuperhero random care packages at 3 a.m. They all got Jammie Dodgers and tea from Wegmans. ^_^I got a letter on Thursday from Audrey (
misaoshinomori), who's in basic training for the Navy! She's doing well, but she misses everyone and fanfic and her music. She's not allowed to email, but can write letters, so I'm glad we can correspond now. She asked me for a couple of drabbles, so I handwrote her two of her requests (the third was Naruto and I haven't seen enough of it to write it.) It's such a joy to actually get a real piece of mail. So, stupid Meg moment I forgot to mention yesterday: On Thursday, we met for the 5 p.m. budget meeting at work and spent the first couple of minutes joking around like we normally do. One of the assistant city editors said he was getting sick, so the other ACE and I quickly shoved our chairs away from him. But, I'm not sure what happened with my chair. I must have pushed too hard, it got stuck on the carpet, or what have you, but the chair suddenly went back on two legs. I hovered there for a moment as the assortment of editors, copy editors and designers gaped at me.
"Oh, crap," I said in this extremely calm voice, then the chair toppled and I landed on my back.
I think my boss sprinted over from the copy desk pod. Even the editor came out of his office to see if I was OK. I was perfectly fine (except for my dignity, but even that wasn't singed much because I thought it was absolutely hilarious myself) and for falling over ass backwards, it was a pretty soft landing. I think we all spent the next five minutes laughing so hard that we were crying -- I know I was!
The ACE I sat across from said, "At least you weren't wearing a skirt."
The managing editor, who I was sitting next to, said his favorite part with the calm "Oh, crap."
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