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Home from Moab!
Had a lovely visit with the handsome and talented ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kurukami Showed him Moab Rim. Hiked to Delicate Arch. Saw squirrels. Got no pictures, because I foolishly put new rechargeable batteries in the camera without checking to see if they were actually charged. Which they weren't. CRAP.
Broke the Willys. TWICE, on the trail. So, he got the Full Experience!
Ate at the Moab Brewery and Eddie McStiff's. The Steak Mojo was as delish as I remembered it, and they even had the sauce for sale, so I brought some home.
Also managed to scribble about a thousand words, somehow. So stayed on track with my word count goal. Remembered this morning to check to see if Ben's sarcasm circuits were still firing while he was in prison (they were), because I also scribbled one of my favorite lines ever last night and it reminded me.
And this morning I'm tired and sore and I fell down and scraped my leg in Moab and it kind of hurts and I don't want to do school with Da Boy but we sort of have to because we're running out of days in the week and BLAH. All I want to do is sit here by myself and write write write, but I'm not going to be afforded that luxury.
I haven't had a thousand-word day, once, this week. Woe.
kurukami Showed him Moab Rim. Hiked to Delicate Arch. Saw squirrels. Got no pictures, because I foolishly put new rechargeable batteries in the camera without checking to see if they were actually charged. Which they weren't. CRAP.Broke the Willys. TWICE, on the trail. So, he got the Full Experience!
Ate at the Moab Brewery and Eddie McStiff's. The Steak Mojo was as delish as I remembered it, and they even had the sauce for sale, so I brought some home.
Also managed to scribble about a thousand words, somehow. So stayed on track with my word count goal. Remembered this morning to check to see if Ben's sarcasm circuits were still firing while he was in prison (they were), because I also scribbled one of my favorite lines ever last night and it reminded me.
And this morning I'm tired and sore and I fell down and scraped my leg in Moab and it kind of hurts and I don't want to do school with Da Boy but we sort of have to because we're running out of days in the week and BLAH. All I want to do is sit here by myself and write write write, but I'm not going to be afforded that luxury.
I haven't had a thousand-word day, once, this week. Woe.
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Sign of a good time!
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