So bright and early this morning I went downtown to run some errands, figuring the shops I needed probably wouldn’t be open until 10 but thinking I’d go to the library to work until they opened. Turned out the library didn’t open until 10 either. @.@ Anyway, I rented a spot at a cafe and got working and after a while thought well, I don’t have to pick Young Indy up until noon, I’ll just work until 11 and then do errands. Moments later my phone rang and the guys…
Category: Daily Life
time travel
The way I think about time travel scenarios you’d think I was likely to be caught up in one AT ANY MOMENT. My current mental scenario obsession: I awaken on Jan 1 of the year I turn 13, with as much knowledge about the future as I can, y’know, remember. What do I do? (Answer: the 1st fucking thing I do is find a way to stop the Challenger launch. Call in a bomb threat to NASA, I don’t know, but *something*. 2nd thing I do: start acquiring fake IDs.…
so this week.
So preschool started last week and inevitably Young Indiana got a cold by day 3 and I had a cold by day 5 and very excitingly Ted did not get a cold, he got a twisted appendix (he’s on antibiotics for it and they’ll decide in another week if they should take it out or not), so this past week has been…somewhat exhausting. By which I mean we are all dragging ass and staring thousand-mile stares. I’ve been re-reading the Continuing Time books while sitting around being on media blackout/sick/waiting…
media blackout
I am…desperately behind on writing. This summer–since mid-April–has been…very bad, for writing, and the two projects I hoped to have completed by now are…not. :/ Which means that with 4 months left in the year I also have 4 major projects I want finished or significantly dented, which is…unlikely. I mean, like two of those books are half-written; two are not written at all. I also have three short stories and some copy edits to do, the sooner the better. I am therefore declaring a media blackout in September. Unless…
things to say
I have a lot of political posts warring in my brain to be written and not much actual will to write them right now, it seems. I guess in another couple weeks I’ll see if I still want to say them. In the meantime, this is a good body image campaign. Ten days to go on the Fantasy Fudge Fundraiser and $1077 to make me write a story about Joanne attempting to make fudge. :) After running out of ink and getting a new toner cartridge, my printer has started…