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Waking up with a runny nose, going to the bathroom, and finding that it is, in fact, a bloody nose.

Ugh. Some days being me sucks. Yet another reason to hate con crud, like I needed it.

But the best part is, I stopped by the campus health center to see a doctor yesterday, and the place was closed. They're moving the bloody thing, so everything in the clinic is packed up in boxes.

Bleh.

Okay, I've got about an hour and a half before I have to be awake. I'm going back to bed.

I just wish I would.

This isn't the worst con crud I've ever had, but it sucks. A lot. Still, life does go on.

I apparently got a bit more con swag that I thought. I wish someone had asked though. I would have told them I didn't have room at home for a Bouncing Baby Himalayan Jungle Rot.

Oh well.

I haven't posted the last few days because I've been at DragonCon. I'm not going to do a con report right now because I'm to fracking tired, but much fun was had, nice people were met, and over all, it was one of the better years, although the falling ice bucket was not good. More as soon as I've recovered a bit.

I'm not doing so hot with that "Post every day" thing. I figure I'll cut myself some slack because it's the first week of school, and therefore everything is INSANE.

Next week isn't likely to be much better, because it's the run up to DragonCon.

Still, I got two chapters done this week on the Third Draft of Meredith MacKenzie and the Uruk Empire. I think this draft is better than the previous two. It's certainly more action oriented.

We'll see what the nice agent thinks when I send it back to her in a few weeks.

I'll try to post something less blathering tomorrow.

A few days ago Cherie Priest posted a key lime pie recipe

Since key lime pie is about the yummiest substance in any universe, I had to try it. Thus, tonight, I braved turning on the oven and made pie!

Of course, I'm of the school who believes key lime pie is best eaten very cold, so it gets at least a day in the refridgerator before it's ready to eat, but still. PIE!

Yesterday was a very weird day for me. I sat down and wrote the first scene of Chapter 11. It didn't work. I rewrote it. Repeatedly. It never worked.

Then I had an idea. The original version of the scene involved an assassin walking into the room and taking a shot at one of the characters. Meredith, being Meredith, reacts without thinking, leading to a dead assassin. The characters fort up, then the assassin's backups arrive and things get hairy until the cavalry shows up.

It's Katherine's birthday tomorrow, and unfortunately, she's spending today writing a synopsis and a query letter for her novel as part of a workshop she's doing in a couple of weeks. I know the pain of the synopsis, and therefore feel much sympathy. I decided she needed a cake, so I marched off to kroger with the intention of purchasing something made of lots of chocolate. Unfortunately, their cake selection was crap, so I ended up buying a Betty Crocker Triple Chocolate Cake Mix, a couple of cans of Dark Chocolate icing, and a tube of icing to spell out Happy Birthday.

I've rewritten Chapter 9. I'm still not all that happy with it, but I think I need to just move on to Chapter 10 at this point. The problem is, most of the chapter is Meredith and co sitting around a conference table. I can't work out any way to do what needs to be done in this chapter without using this basic structure. The next chapter isn't a whole lot better, but it does end with a bit of action, and the chapter after that is almost all action, so maybe it will work out in context. At least, I hope so.

Yesterday was kind of a bust. I went down to school to get my books for the new semester. Introduction to Electrodynamics and Modern Physics. Exciting titles. Really.

Well, after I shelled out $400 bucks on two books, a new bag, and some notebooks, I tried to get a transit card. Of course, they stopped selling transit cards for August on Monday, because it makes so much sense to quit selling cards the same day financial aid is posted. Sometimes, I really hate my school with a passion.