I have so many thinks to do I can’t even manage to remember to order groceries. – order groceries :p – never-ending laundry – put laundry away – plane tickets – email matrice – sign contract – find epub of easy pickings – find epub/mobi of YoM, aftermath, origins – email tony – move bookcase – find impala mix – revise ever-loving shit out of shaman rises, to the tune of ‘wayward son’
Author: mizkit
using things
Just like everybody else, we have a slow cooker. Just like everybody else, we never use it. But in my quest to use things or get rid of them, I have stated emphatically that I’ll make something with the slow cooker at least once a month, and if I don’t, in six months I’ll get rid of it. To that end, I’m using it. I got a slow cooker cookbook, and could make a difference recipe every week for the rest of the year before having to repeat myself. The…
the final revisions
So the SHAMAN RISES revisions are really super light except for the five chapters that need to be completely rewritten. After finishing my re-read last week, I emailed my editor and said “okay, so my problem here is that I wrote it this way because the other thing to do leads down a genuinely unforgiveable path and I don’t know what to dooooooooooo” She wrote back right away and my first impulse upon glancing at it was “no, that won’t work.” This morning when I sat down to have a…
& that was the weekend
I keep not blogging because my life is so full of mundanity that there is no reason to blog about it. For example, Saturday’s excitement was getting up at 5:30am, a time when no one in Ireland is awake unless they’re coming at it from the other side, walking 9.5 miles and, instead of getting to spend the evening alone eating popcorn and ice cream and watching Kate & Leopold, spent it first trying and then failing to keep the child who awakened at 5:30am in bed until 10:30 when…
still unpacking. :p
The good news is it turned out the last box on the dining room table had only diapers in it. They’ve gone into the shed, after I finished filling the box with other baby stuff I’d found in other random boxes. So that’s something. I’ve moved all the boxes of random crap out from under the dining room table and onto the new utility room shelves. About half of them are Project Boxes: 3 or 4 boxes of photos that need scanning and albuming, 4 or so boxes of perhaps-ripped-and-perhaps-not…