Mom and Dad are flying to Seattle in the morning to visit my grandmother, who is in the hospital again, and so my sister has recruited me for babysitting the next couple of mornings. Since staying in Athy would mean getting up at 6 in the morning to catch the 6:40 train for a 10am babysit, and would be expensive, I’m staying in Dublin til Friday afternoon (my time) and will be around online a little in the next couple days. Ted and Shaun went back out to Athy tonight…
Author: mizkit
V for Vanity
(written 12.7.05, 8:51am) Man, I made my hair all cute this morning and then pulled a fuzzy over my head and now it’s not cute anymore. :P I need to unpack more so I can find some of the other fuzzies that don’t mess my hair up so much (or at all, with the one that’s a jacket instead of a pullover). The problem with those ones is I’ve lost enough weight that they’re voluminous. Comfy, but not cute. My hair has gotten very long. Another six inches and I’ll…
writing fu
(written 12.06.05, 5pm): This is how I revise. My directory structure’s usually set up like this: Series Directory Book Title (original files in here) 2nd draft 3rd draft Once the original drafts are done and I’m going into revisions, I take the latest draft and copy it into a new directory. If, like with HoS, I’ve done *lots* of revisions already, the old directory usually gets renamed to define what the biggest change I made in that pass was–in this case, it’s been renamed “Revisions for Structure”. The…
and tuesday…
(written 12.06.05, 11:31am): Evidently there are monthly (and annual) train passes. This is good. They’re expensive, considerably more expensive than the Caltrain equivilant for distance (at least the Caltrain equivilant five years ago, which was the last time I used Caltrain regularly), but they’re about half the cost of paying daily, so that’s good. It may curtail my plans to go into Dublin a couple times a week down to just once, but that’ll probably be okay. more behind the cut…
monday…
written 12.05.05, 2:14pm: The chairs at our house are not as good for sitting in and writing as the chairs at Mom & Dad’s house. Too straight-backed, I think. I note this from several seconds worth of observation, not the hours one might expect me to have put in by 2:15 in the afternoon. But oh, no, I bought a big fat Mary Gentle book last night while we were in Dublin, and made the mistake of not being able to finish it in one evening. (Not, at least, without…