Dave is Home

Dave is home, and he's been gone for several days, so I will declare early that there will be no progress on the story tonight.

New Rug!

I had a very productive evening, hacking out five paragraphs in addition to an appreciable quantity of dialog. As a bonus, I feel pretty good about most of what I wrote tonight. I am sure that substantial revisions are waiting, but the spirit of this section rings true.

In other news, I just bought a rug, which will reside in the living area of our apartment and do its best to try to class this joint up. I will also be hunting for a "new" coffee table on Craigslist, and buying an actually new slipcover for the chair, which is starting to look a little too loved. Plus, the blue chair won't really go with the new carpet.

Sometimes you just need to redecorate, even if it is on a budget. And this is totally one of those times.

Today was Better

I had a much better day today and got about three miles of walking in, which made me feel good but also tired. No progress on the writing front.

Eh

Only two paragraphs tonight. I'm still exhausted from yesterday and my heart's not really in it this evening, but at least I got something on the page.

A Softer World: Making the World a Better Place, One Ounce of Snark at a Time

A Softer World: 109

Fail

Long, difficult day. No progress.

Where Art Thou, Choco Taco?

First, the business news. I hacked out four new paragraphs plus some dialog tonight, which pleases me, although I am still leery about how I'm going to wrap this story up. At least I figured out that a character needed to die (harder than you might think).

Now, onto a more pressing issue: the lack of Choco Tacos in Austin, Texas. I first encountered this desert at the Court Street BP Station in Athens, Ohio. The sustaining treat of my college years, it was the perfect ending to a long night of studying Greek and watching B-Horror. When we moved to Austin, the bastion of Mexican and Tex-Mex, a place where people see an animal on Discovery Channel and wonder how it would go with salsa, I assumed that the Choco Taco would be waiting for me.

And yet I have spent seven years peering into cold cases, casting longing gazes at freezer-chests, only to be rebuked. Tonight I found myself in a 7-11, only to strike out yet again. A search for Choco Tacos on Klondike's website confirmed my worst fear: there are no Choco Tacos in Austin, not even at Wal-Mart.

And that is a crying shame. It's ice cream and chocolate in a friggin' waffle cone shell, for crying out loud! This blessed confection is so earnest it inspires snears. Shouldn't all of hipsterdom be swarming these things? Doesn't my fellow man long for that perfect marriage of sweet and crunchy cold that is the Choco Taco?

Come on, City. You're letting me down.