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panik ([personal profile] panik) wrote2007-02-28 10:04 am
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Why oh why

...is it, that on a morning when I have to finish painting a bathroom, work on my book and have 2 Moonridge stories barely even started (that's Moonridge 2006, btw!.)o:) that I have this plot bunny tapping away at my psyche like a demented woodpecker?

It's a beautiful day. I should go for a walk... Something else to guilt over. ::sigh::

ETA: It's now chucking it down and blowing a gale, good job I went out when I did, though the woods are a mess! Dozens of fallen trees, laying across the track - branches ripped off and strewn all over; it's a real obstacle course up there. Boggy too - I clambered over one massive, toppled pine, only to disappear down to my knees in mud and water on the other side. )o: Yuk.

In other news, Fidel called Hugo Chavez on his radio phone-in today. How sweet of him to keep in touch with his mates. ::G::

[identity profile] t-verano.livejournal.com 2007-02-28 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
Funny how a bunny ::clears throat:: can sometimes be such a controlling son-of-a-buck (which is what my Dad used to say as a polite euphemism, and fits rather well here :-)). But is it ever wise to piss a bunny off by ignoring it? Who needs a painted bathroom, anyway. And writing -- writing leads to more writing, right? So, any writing is virtuous. And noble. Etc.

[identity profile] gillyp.livejournal.com 2007-02-28 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The bathroom, she is painted, and I went for a run and a rugged hike too. I'm just about to add to my many virtues by doing some writing. (o:

I don't want to piss the bunny off - and it's a lovely little bunny, all full of broken hearts and Blair-angst - so I've given it a comfy little hutch to live in the back of my mind, where it can feed and grow fat for when I'm all ready to cuddle up to it.