Another, better one. ..

But it doesn't have a copy/paste option. Still, it gave me the results I expected.


Your political compass
Economic Left/Right: -5.38
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -2.77

My liberal stance on homosexuality put my score there south of zero, so it's mostly accurate. My economic position is right on.

My girly-girl

I was getting Elizabeth dressed for church just now. Oma is coming to pick her up soon, though I'm staying home. We got out her cute green plaid outfit, which includes a ribbed sweater, a green fleece sweater, and a plaid skirt - "une jupe". Well, I got her to put down the book and the comb, which was more than I'd managed when I was pulling her shirt over her head. Eeyore, it turned out, wanted to read the book, and the comb could be transferred from one hand to the other. Then she held onto my shoulder and stepped into her skirt.

Then she stood there in her crib, swishing her knees back and forth and chanting, "Jupe! Jupe! Jupe! Jolie jupe!" Then she picked up the comb in her right hand again (she's very right-handed) and started combing her hair. "Jolis cheveux! Jolis cheveux!" Then she was doing both at once, swishing and combing, saying, "Jupe! Cheveux! Mommy, jupe, cheveux!"

I'm raising a very girly girl. :)

Sunday naps

Several sundays lately, Elizabeth has refused to take a nap.

She will take one on Saturday. She clearly needs one on Sunday - she's tired, and snuggly, and rubbing her eyes. But I put her down for her nap after church and lunch, and she will not sleep.

She's been crying off and on for forty-five minutes. This is driving me crazy. I don't think she's ready to give up an afternoon nap. She certainly takes one quite happily the rest of the time. But Sundays, she fights it.

ARGHHH!!!

I just gave her a half-dose of tylenol. Hopefully she'll keel over soon.

The joys of parenthood. *sigh*

This was cute.

You are a Random cat! Also known as an alley cat
or a mutt. You aren't given to high-falutin'
ways, but you're accessible and popular.
People love you for who you are, not what you
are.


What breed of cat are you?
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New word count

I just broke eighty thousand words! I now officially have a novel-length work of fiction sitting on my hard drive! Yay!

I have, at best guess, about 5000 words to add to the stuff I've already written. These are scenes that I skipped at the time because the inspiration wasn't there, descriptions I didn't have enough information to write properly, and additions to make to the descriptions I tried to write anyway. I'm at the last big scenes of the book. This week, my characters will test the diving bell, use it to find the Dreamcarver's underwater tower, fight her, and come up with the massive hordes of treasure that she has amassed. I'm estimating all that will take another ten or fifteen thousand words. So before I get to the conclusion, I'll have reached my goal length of 100 000 words. Of course, that was always just an artificial benchmark. When my students ask how long their story has to be, I tell them, "Until it's done." That's my philosophy with this, too.

I wrote thirty thousand words in six weeks, while holding down a full-time job, battling winter blues, and being a mother and a wife. I even worked out five times in that six-week span. Mind you, Piet has taken on more than his fair share of laundry and other duties, for which I am very grateful.

Wow. Eighty thousand words since the second week of October. I hope every novel I write in my life goes this well.

I think this calls for a week-long writing high. That's what happened when I realized I'd cracked fifty thousand. :) Besides, Piet will have to buckle down to his contracts soon, and my computer access will be curtailed by the financial necessity of letting him bring home some extra bacon.