August 18th, 2010

if I were me

Unexpected Writing Day!

It's probably good I'm getting this (*gesticulates wildly at life, the book and everything*) all done before school starts and the ILL office starts reeling with the training of new students and the barrage of books. (The tide is coming in!)

Yesterday, Merlin got his teeth cleaned. (Merlin is Writing Cat, for those playing cat bingo at home.) I was seriously (and slightly irrationally) worried that he was too old or weird to survive the anesthesia, but they did blood tests beforehand, and--well, as the vet said, "He has STRANGE levels--some things are high, some things are low--but none of them are indicative of any problem or disease or syndrome." I knew that cat was weird!

Anyway, he came through the sedation just fine, though he tried to do way too much on shaky legs once I got him home. Also, he wanted to eat several hours before the vet wanted him to, but he was hunting for food to the point of dangerously jumping up on the kitchen counters over and over and over... I gave him a little kibble, then a little more, then a little more, and he didn't barf, and the peasants rejoiced.

No extractions, either. Just some bad tartar and gum disease. Maybe now he'll start chewing his food?

The point is, I had to go pick him up, which meant leaving early from work--just two hours, though. To make a true half-day of vacation, I asked my boss to let me come in a couple hours late today. (Don't ask how the math works. I'd explain it to you, but it's not logical.)

Of course the stove decided to be delivered today. So--I would have been at work for about 3 hours, all told.

I did briefly consider asking the husband to take this one, but I've got the vacation and I need the writing time. Plus, I have a distinctly understanding boss. And it's still summer, from our point of view. In a few weeks, there will be no insta-vacation days. So, we had a good chuckle on the phone, and I have some of the lost time back in my editing budget.

JUST in time for my Strange Horizons edits to come in on "Five Rules for Commuting to the Underworld" to roll in.

Perfect! If I progress enough on the book today, I will absolutely drag the netbook over to Zingerman's Coffee Bar and look at the short story edits for a break (well, assuming I can time that with the stove arrival). And maybe even take a walk in the sunlight. I've gone from hunched urgency to feeling expansive freedom. What a difference seven hours makes!

I can even shower, now!
Writing with Flowers

Double rainbow all the way!

Draft is done!

About half-way through this draft, I sort of realized that this letter contained a lot of line-edits, and only three "big" things--and they were much smaller things than before--and maybe we were getting on towards the final draft?

I can't assume, of course. 

My efforts to benchmark my editing times failed hugely due to poor time-keeping skills.  Likewise, I experienced some serious time dilation.  Also.

Tiiiiired.

I just have to do this short story thing, and then I'm taking through the weekend OFF.