Crazy Hermits, Fantastic Wordcounts and Hot Fuzz!

I came into my office early this morning.  Had to run a defrag and scan on the external hard drive I use in my payjob.  It’s been dragging and slowing progress. 

So, I decided to write for a little while since the kids are still asleep and it’s quiet.  These defrags/scans take forever!

Apparently, I write well in the early morning hours, too, because I cleared 2000 words already! 

My mother-in-law just came by, it’s nearing ten in the morning and I’m still in a robe.  See?  I write and just disappear.  Was loving the flow of words so much, I probably would have sat here, petrifying, until I’d written half the book.  But I have to do the other work for awhile.  Sigh. 

I’m in my robe, my mother-in-law, who thankfully knows I’m not a layabout was here and as she arrives, I’m dragging a huge chair onto my front porch.  The Special Olympics people are coming through the neighborhood today, collecting donations, and I have a bunch of clothes.  I don’t know if they’ll take this big chair, but I’m hoping.  I’m tired of my hubby griping about it.  So what if I bought it three years ago with plans to recover it?  So what if it’s currently a hideous peach color?  If they don’t take it, I’ll drag it back inside.  I admit it.   I’ll never have it recovered.  I’m too interested in other things. <g>

I have a point believe it or not.  Thing is, dragging that chair onto the porch with five trash bags full of clothes, meeting my MIL in my robe… I suddenly realized I was confirming my neighbors’ fears.   

Yes, a crazy hermit who never gets dressed lives here. 

You see, I had to write this morning to make up for being bad last night.  I was all jacked up worrying about  my son who failed to check in properly while going to the movies with friends.  I couldn’t concentrate, so I tried out this game I saw on Lilith Saintcrow’s blog.  Oh man, this game is highly addictive.  I keep trying the different virus, parasite or bacteria strains, keep changing up their tolerances or their symptoms and no matter what I do, one small part of humanity manages to survive!  Since I’m into sharing, here ya go. 

<big, evil, wicked grinning here>  Pandemic 2 

Normally, I won’t let myself play until the work is done, but I’m a worrier.  The now-grounded boy will remember to call me with movie times from here on out. 

And okay, I wasn’t only playing a game… Heather reminded me how much I love this movie, Hot Fuzz, so I was watching it again. 

It’s violent, hilarious and has some of the best dialogue!

Since this morning was make-up, I still have to make my goal tonight.  I will not play Pandemic 2.  I will not play Pandemic 2…

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About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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2 Responses to Crazy Hermits, Fantastic Wordcounts and Hot Fuzz!

  1. I have Hot Fuzz recorded on my DVR. I really want/need my own copy, though. That movie is damn teh funny! Love it. Maybe even more than Shaun of the Dead.

    I let my dog out (on a leash) and all I was wearing was my house slippers, nightshirt and underwear this morning. But my backyard is stockade fenced. I was safe. 😉 (Dog can crawl under the fence.)

  2. Danny Butterman: Well, I didn’t get a good look at his face. I’m not made of eyes!

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