writing and furniture and rambling

[escritoireazul]

I am up to page 105 on the current edit of the novel, out of approximate 360 some pages. That's not very good progress, but it could be worse. It could be like my fanfic, which has completely stalled after the Remix. There's not another deadline coming up any time in the next few days, which is probably good. I think I'm going off to bed now, because I keep glancing over at my beautiful king-size bed, and it's tempting in ways it often isn't. It's so big I could put my loveseat on it and still have more than enough room to sleep, and the loveseat is gigantic and heavy, beautiful black leather. I could probably fit the couch of the set on it, too, except I think it is a little too long.

I have the best furniture, black leather set of couch, loveseat, and huge chair, plus black iron and glass coffee and end tables, which my computer desk also matches. My desk chair is black leather as well. My entertainment center is black metal. The bookcases don't match any of it, but they do match each other (mostly, I have two short onces which don't match the majority) and my dresser.

No idea how this moved from writing to my gorgeous furniture. No idea.

I also have a killer Stitch collection, and fabulous books, and complicated picture frames, and great dvds, and a lot of music, and a beautiful bass guitar, and a nice electronic keyboard, and why am I still talking about this? I must be tired, I'm rambling.

I both love and hate the novel right now. *sigh*