Well, I’m more or less managing to accomplish all the things I wanted to, anyway. I’ve gotten a reasonable amount of work done, I cleaned the kitchen, I made dinner, and I brought Chanti on a little walk. I’d wanted it to be longer, but a mile will have to do, because I want to go to the RWA meeting tonight and maybe get over to the stupid Wolf Card place to get my wolf card updated so I can go to the damned gym. I /should/ be taking Chanti…
yay!
Despite the angst, the peach jam turned out Very Well Indeed! I shall have to buy some more peaches and make small jars of it to send out for Christmas stuff. I’m going to do the same with raspberries and blueberries and probably blackberries. And maybe even strawberries. Making jam is kinda fun. :) My *other* nefarious plan is to find sugar-free jam recipes so that I can make Trip-safe jam. :)
proceeding apace!
My plans to conquer the publishing world proceed apace. I’ve packaged up the Chance script to send to Marvel. All told, it’s a *fifty* page submission — 32 page script (22 page script, but 32ms pages because it *looks* so much better with forced page breaks), an _eleven page_ beatsheet for the next 5 issues, a 3 page complete story arc, cover letter, and the papers Marvel requires for submission, an idea submission release and a W-9. Sheesh. They’ll be fools if they don’t take it! Fools! FOOLS! Actually, looking…
fwump!
Well, I’ve accomplished /some/ things today. For example, I’ve made a batch of peach jam which went wrong in every possible way (didn’t dice the peaches small enough, resulting in too few peaches for the amount of sure-jell added to the mix; the sugar didn’t burn, but it did brown, making for some v. ugly jam, and I’m pretty sure that even if it tastes okay, which I doubt it’s going to because I think it’s going to be like pieces of peach held together by a LOT of sugar,…
hugh jackman, finally
Tuesday night we went to see The Boy From Oz (note: that’s an annoying flash site), which is not a particularly good musical. It’s more like a musical review with acting bits thrown in between the numbers in an attempt to make it a cohesive unit. It doesn’t work very well, but I don’t think it’s a lack on the part of the performers. It’s just not much of a story. Ted called it disjointed, and that’s exactly the right word. However. The performances were magnificent. We went to see…