I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
Not blogging last night was a conscious decision. I looked at the fact it was after 11 before I finished the scene I was working on, factored in the fact I couldn’t think of a darn thing to blog, and that I had to work today, and decided not to blog. So in order to […]
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I do, at some point, plan on accomplishing something. Honest. Today I got fed up and stuffed everything in my office into drawers. It looks like I got my work done, at least. I pointed it out to my office manager and she called me “Amy,” which is the name of my predecessor, who stuffed
Trying, anyway. After a weekend spent wrestling with Tamahome here (for the uninitiated, that’s my computer) I’m almost back where I started. Meaning I’ve almost got things set where I don’t want to scream at the blasted thing every few minutes, I’ve nearly got my files put where I know where things are, and I’m
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How do you spell a scream of aggravation, frustration, gratitude (I think) and most other -tions you can come up with? My hard drive died last night. And while I’m very happy that I lost almost nothing (I think, please God) I have spent most of the last twenty-four hours trying to get back where
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We got one today. Well, two, a mom and daughter, and “refugee” was the right term for those poor people. The daughter was skittish, not surprising. And the mom–I have never seen, nor do I hope to ever see, anyone who looked more soul-tired than that poor woman. I had to rein myself in so
(I’d replace the link, but I don’t remember what it went to.) Coolness!!! Didn’t know I could do that. Gotta love experimentation. Oh, found that at urrmmm oh, yeah. Here it is. http://www.grsites.com I love that there’s free stuff everywhere on the web, if you know to look. Oh, blog? Um, okay. Long, awful day,
Please, please, Ms (or Mr, if it’s been passed on) New York editor, won’t you realize that it really is a great book (it is, honest) and get the lead out? The walls are closing in.