State of the Sooky
Feb. 26th, 2010 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdYou have biked 92 miles.
You have passed The Bonfire Glade.
It is 6 miles to the next landmark.
You have 366 miles to reach Rivendell.
'I don't know what stories you mean,' Merry answered. 'If you mean the old bogey-stories Fatty's nurses used to tell him, about goblins and wolves and things of that sort, I should say no. At any rate I don't believe them. But the Forest is queer. Everything in it is very much more alive, more aware of what is going on, so to speak, than things are in the Shire. And the trees do not like strangers. They watch you. They are usually content merely to watch you, as long as daylight lasts, and don't do much. Occasionally the most unfriendly ones may drop a branch, or stick a root out, or grasp at you with a long trailer. But at night things can be most alarming, or so I am told. I have only once or twice been in here after dark, and then only near the hedge. I thought all the trees were whispering to each other, passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language; and the branches swayed and groped without any wind. They do say the trees do actually move, and can surround strangers and hem them in. In fact long ago they attacked the Hedge: they came and planted themselves right by it, and leaned over it. But the hobbits came and cut down hundreds of trees, and made a great bonfire in the Forest, and burned all the ground in a long strip east of the Hedge. After that the trees gave up the attack, but they became very unfriendly. There is still a wide bare space not far inside where the bonfire was made.'
http://www.barrowdowns.com/walktorivendell.php
Writing: The Cyberpunk story is done. Still working on the trucker mage. It is SO not coming together. If I can't get something by tomorrow, I'm gonna just let it code. No resuscitation. Working seriously on "Chainmale" and "Long Term."
Good scale week, down three. Must lose 2 lbs and be below my low weight. 5 lbs will put me under 260 for the first time in a decade.
Work, cold. There is a mandatory meeting Sunday in Brandon MS. Will NOT be around at all.
Reading: Rough Draft by Jodi Payne and Chris Owen. Not bad. Only caught 2 typos and am enjoying the characters. Getting in a chapter of Exodus Gate each night. That one needs a sterner editor.
Good mail day. TQ check came yesterday. BPAL came today. Tax refund came. Paid Insurance Bill of Appallingness+10.
Scent of the day: Whitechapel. A gentlemen's blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron. Lemony and musk and floral. Am very much loving it.
Tarot meditation of the day: Two of Wands. Look carefully at your goals and activities to make sure you are using power wisely. Don't support power for its own sake, but enjoy it when it serves your worthwhile purposes. Take this gift and use it to mold your environment in positive ways.
You have passed The Bonfire Glade.
It is 6 miles to the next landmark.
You have 366 miles to reach Rivendell.
'I don't know what stories you mean,' Merry answered. 'If you mean the old bogey-stories Fatty's nurses used to tell him, about goblins and wolves and things of that sort, I should say no. At any rate I don't believe them. But the Forest is queer. Everything in it is very much more alive, more aware of what is going on, so to speak, than things are in the Shire. And the trees do not like strangers. They watch you. They are usually content merely to watch you, as long as daylight lasts, and don't do much. Occasionally the most unfriendly ones may drop a branch, or stick a root out, or grasp at you with a long trailer. But at night things can be most alarming, or so I am told. I have only once or twice been in here after dark, and then only near the hedge. I thought all the trees were whispering to each other, passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language; and the branches swayed and groped without any wind. They do say the trees do actually move, and can surround strangers and hem them in. In fact long ago they attacked the Hedge: they came and planted themselves right by it, and leaned over it. But the hobbits came and cut down hundreds of trees, and made a great bonfire in the Forest, and burned all the ground in a long strip east of the Hedge. After that the trees gave up the attack, but they became very unfriendly. There is still a wide bare space not far inside where the bonfire was made.'
http://www.barrowdowns.com/walktorivendell.php
Writing: The Cyberpunk story is done. Still working on the trucker mage. It is SO not coming together. If I can't get something by tomorrow, I'm gonna just let it code. No resuscitation. Working seriously on "Chainmale" and "Long Term."
Good scale week, down three. Must lose 2 lbs and be below my low weight. 5 lbs will put me under 260 for the first time in a decade.
Work, cold. There is a mandatory meeting Sunday in Brandon MS. Will NOT be around at all.
Reading: Rough Draft by Jodi Payne and Chris Owen. Not bad. Only caught 2 typos and am enjoying the characters. Getting in a chapter of Exodus Gate each night. That one needs a sterner editor.
Good mail day. TQ check came yesterday. BPAL came today. Tax refund came. Paid Insurance Bill of Appallingness+10.
Scent of the day: Whitechapel. A gentlemen's blend, possessed of dignity, charm and refinement, but in truth masking a corrupted, hideous, soulless core. White musk, lime, lilac and citron. Lemony and musk and floral. Am very much loving it.
Tarot meditation of the day: Two of Wands. Look carefully at your goals and activities to make sure you are using power wisely. Don't support power for its own sake, but enjoy it when it serves your worthwhile purposes. Take this gift and use it to mold your environment in positive ways.
