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Writer's Block: Countdown
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Cats. First and foremost. Purse. Netbook. As many quilts as I could carry (I have more quilts in my house than I can carry in one trip). Until I get the rest of my film photos digitized, as many photo albums as I can carry.
And for the longtime Bujold listees on my FL, why does this remind me forcibly of Yeltar?
"We're all gonna die!" Doug Muir
ETA: A commenter inadvertently reminded me -- I need my bite plate (I have TMD, and I cannot sleep without mine unless I want an aching jaw and a headache in the morning). And since I keep my journals by longhand in steno pads, I'd hate to land in the position the hero of Woody Allen's Celebrity did, whose only copy of his screenplay (or was it novel?) wound up in the East River. So I guess I'd better throw those in a bag, too. I've already lost about ten years worth of journals from my teenage years and early twenties, due to an insanely jealous (now ex) husband who threw the entire box of them in the garbage while I was at work one day. I don't want to lose any more of them.
Cats. First and foremost. Purse. Netbook. As many quilts as I could carry (I have more quilts in my house than I can carry in one trip). Until I get the rest of my film photos digitized, as many photo albums as I can carry.
And for the longtime Bujold listees on my FL, why does this remind me forcibly of Yeltar?
"We're all gonna die!" Doug Muir
ETA: A commenter inadvertently reminded me -- I need my bite plate (I have TMD, and I cannot sleep without mine unless I want an aching jaw and a headache in the morning). And since I keep my journals by longhand in steno pads, I'd hate to land in the position the hero of Woody Allen's Celebrity did, whose only copy of his screenplay (or was it novel?) wound up in the East River. So I guess I'd better throw those in a bag, too. I've already lost about ten years worth of journals from my teenage years and early twenties, due to an insanely jealous (now ex) husband who threw the entire box of them in the garbage while I was at work one day. I don't want to lose any more of them.