A day of some small exertion
Feb. 24th, 2009 04:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdI love days off where I work harder than on work days. 8P
I spent most of the morning re-doing the edits I'd done the night before. Fortunately, this was mostly cutting and pasting, not actual composing. Then I did the editor's edits. Four misspellings and a dozen extraneous (by EC standards) commas. Not too shabby for a first round.
Made it most of the way through the Steampunk Robin Hood. Still short of a title for that one.
Most of the afternoon was spent doing shameless self promotion. Glad Hands comes out tomorrow.
And this little gem popped up.
Ian did his best not to shift around in the uncomfortable position. Every time he did, he saw himself in one of the four mirrors around him. Instead he looked down at the bondage gloves that held his wrists together under his chin. Shaped like pig trotters, they matched the ones binding his ankles He could just see them around the apple in his mouth. The nose-hook and ears he wore weren't the final humiliation though. The pig-tail butt plug was.
He didn't look at the fifth side of the reflective prison where he lay trussed and looking like a suckling pig. Master Teague sat there, reading and occasionally tapping his boot with a riding crop.
And there was some running around as well. Now, I'm off to work.
I spent most of the morning re-doing the edits I'd done the night before. Fortunately, this was mostly cutting and pasting, not actual composing. Then I did the editor's edits. Four misspellings and a dozen extraneous (by EC standards) commas. Not too shabby for a first round.
Made it most of the way through the Steampunk Robin Hood. Still short of a title for that one.
Most of the afternoon was spent doing shameless self promotion. Glad Hands comes out tomorrow.
And this little gem popped up.
Ian did his best not to shift around in the uncomfortable position. Every time he did, he saw himself in one of the four mirrors around him. Instead he looked down at the bondage gloves that held his wrists together under his chin. Shaped like pig trotters, they matched the ones binding his ankles He could just see them around the apple in his mouth. The nose-hook and ears he wore weren't the final humiliation though. The pig-tail butt plug was.
He didn't look at the fifth side of the reflective prison where he lay trussed and looking like a suckling pig. Master Teague sat there, reading and occasionally tapping his boot with a riding crop.
And there was some running around as well. Now, I'm off to work.
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