All right. I’ve gotten through chapter fourteen, leaving me four to do, and while I suspect I could do another one tonight, it would probably be better for the book if I didn’t. There are things I want to address that my editor did *not* make note of, and at this point it’d be much easier to just let those things go, and I don’t want to do that. If I stop now with any luck tomorrow morning I’ll feel more like tackling them, and the entire end of the…
Author: mizkit
great groggy tortoise
Our bedroom was extremely freezing last night, and because 1. getting heat in this house requires far more cognizant thought than I had at 3:20 in the morning when I had to get up to use the bathroom (I was aware that I was so cold turning the heat on would be a good idea, but I honestly was not functional enough to do so, as you have to go to the boiler, choose from “you can have hot water or you can have heat, but you can’t have both.…
harry potter and the geeks of cork
It is 2:30 in the morning. Three hours ago, we began standing in line to buy Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which we had no intention of reading tonight, so, as the man behind us said, “We could’ve done this at five after nine in the morning without any queue at all.” This is what the line looked like at 11:30pm: It kept going way, way way around the block. There were easily a thousand people, and very likely twice that. They cheered when the fire engine drove by,…
happy geek
It really is so very, very easy to make me happy. I noticed a mailing tube in the pile of stuff in my office this morning, and thought, “Huh, wonder what that is,” so I opened it up. Before I’d actually gotten it open, I’d remembered what it was: the X3 Rogue poster that the utterly awesome had sent me last year. (If I’d remembered I had that, I wouldn’t have bid on the GINORMOUS BUS STOP POSTER of the same image, which may even now be winging its way…
cats & work
Zilli is sitting bolt upright in my lap, ‘helping’ me eat breakfast, which is to say, every time I try to take a bite of cereal (the bowl held precariously in my hand above his head) he sits up even straighter and knocks the bowl with his head in an attempt to create a spill from which he will get All The Milk. Wretched, but funny, kitty. :) Yesterday’s writing tally: turned out I’d only gotten through chapter 4 while Emily was here, so I still had to do 5.…