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Sep. 16th, 2006 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newmoonstarI just realized I could have used the fabric I'm making the jacket out of for the back of the waistcoat on the 1914 doll dress. And I just finished the waistcoat, complete with non-matching back. Ugh. I know it probably doesn't matter, but, still.
We're finally getting the new season of Doctor Who this month! Finally! Yay! It's just torture waiting for something you know that everyone in the UK has already seen before you!
I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and re-write part of the story I was working on. My old computer is dead, and my mother, despite my repeated, impassioned pleas, will not lift a finger to help get it fixed, so everything I have on it is effectively lost and gone forever. So, the prospect of actual, physical writing with a pen and paper is my only option from here on in. This scares the hell out of me, considering how much physical pain writing puts me in, because of my fibromyalgia and my incurable habit of pressing really hard when I write. But I CANNOT give up writing. What in the heck I'm going to do, I have no idea. But I'm scared witless and I'd sell my soul to have my good old typewriter back.
We're finally getting the new season of Doctor Who this month! Finally! Yay! It's just torture waiting for something you know that everyone in the UK has already seen before you!
I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and re-write part of the story I was working on. My old computer is dead, and my mother, despite my repeated, impassioned pleas, will not lift a finger to help get it fixed, so everything I have on it is effectively lost and gone forever. So, the prospect of actual, physical writing with a pen and paper is my only option from here on in. This scares the hell out of me, considering how much physical pain writing puts me in, because of my fibromyalgia and my incurable habit of pressing really hard when I write. But I CANNOT give up writing. What in the heck I'm going to do, I have no idea. But I'm scared witless and I'd sell my soul to have my good old typewriter back.
