BH: 1141
Lily notes: 410

Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Go blow something up!

I sat here for quite awhile, hoping and wishing that a grilled cheese sandwich and a mug of tomato soup would magically appear. Finally I accepted that it wasn’t going to happen, and went to make it for myself.

Burned the sandwich. The soup boiled over and into the stove, leaving me with barely half a mugful. And then I burned my tongue on it.

The stove is really clean now, though.

I wonder if I’m subconsciously sabatoging myself right now. I’m avoiding writing like crazy. I copy editing the seventh article, leaving me two more to do (which have to be done in the next two days, so that’s on schedule). Then I suddenly had a really nifty idea for a story. I don’t have time to write a story right now. Argh. So I typed up all the notes I have on it, and if I start producing the minimum number of words on BH, I’ll work on the story as well. But BH has to come first.

A fun, although rather unremarkable, “Buffy” tonight. Some classic Willow lines. I’m glad Spike’s out of the basement Next week’s ep looks good—might tie in to the stuff that happened at the end of the first ep. It’s hard to say.

Did I mention that I have a story out in the latest issue of Glyph magazine? I can’t remember. Anyway, information can be found here at http://www.undauntedpress.com/GLYPH.html Support your small-press magazines…

I realised that I was stalling on BH because I’ve barely started Chapter 2 and I’ve already covered what the outline called for in the first two chapters. I was waffling about what should happen next, and finally realised I should just write what was popping up in my head. Editing is for later. Get the words out now, dammit. I tired quickly—maybe I’m not as recovered from the cold as I thought—but I persevered to get more than 1K. I _will_ forge ahead tomorrow!