God *damn* it god *damn* it god *damn* it god *damn* it, I just fried my motherfucking printer’s power source and I need to print this piece of shit book out and read it on paper so I can fucking rewrite it and *god damn it*, god damn it god *damn* it. i’m emailing it to dad who is going to get it printed out in dublin. hopefully today. guess i’m taking the next train in, although i guess i might as well wait to see if it can get…
early morning procrastinatory techniques
I have begun laundry and swept the downstairs, collecting enough fur to make a small dog in the process, in order to avoid going to work. The next things I can do to procrastinate are vacuum the stairs and change the kitty litter. I really hate vacuuming, so I’m going to work instead. :) The boys are off to Cork to look at houses. They’re staying overnight, so I am AWWW AWOOOONE til tomorrow evening, probably. I’m going to have to *cook* for myself. How awful is that, I ask…
*movie*!
We went to a *movie* tonight! Ted rented a car so he could go down to Cork for the next couple days and look at houses, so we took the car over to Portlaoise (pronounced Portleesh) and went to Aeon Flux. I expected Aeon Flux to be as bad as I expect X3 to be, except without the emotional investment. To my surprise, while it’s not as good as X-Men was, it was considerably better than it had any right to be, and given my low expectations, even managed to…
finally!
I am finally writing the penultimate chapter to COYOTE DREAMS, and all unexpectedly, I suddenly like how the story is ending. I’ve been quite wibbly and dubious over the whole thing, because this is a much more emotionally driven story than the last two, and I have not been at all sure I was approaching anything like a climactically satisfying conclusion, from an action standpoint. (Emotionally I think I’ve got it nailed, I said modestly. I could be wrong, but telling me that is what beta readers, agents, and editors…
now that’s love :)
We just got a big box of stuff from Ted’s mommy. 4 little cans of Crisco, 4 or 5 bags of chocolate chips, some maple flavoring, and a bunch of mail. Now that’s love, to send Crisco to the far side of the world. :) My nephew Seirid is clearly a genius. Apparently yesterday he said to Deirdre, “What are you doing?” She said, “Putting clothes in the washing machine,” and Gavin said, “Did he just say what are you *doing*!?”, which, indeed, he had. A genius. Obviously. Cute, too.…