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Filing, with Occasional Music
Picked up the corporate tax returns from the accountant yesterday. Small amounts of tribute required to placate both gummints. We can do this. Group hug.
This morning entailed some bouncing back and forth between banks, as well as the gym thing and a run to the Post Office, where I scored -- wait for it -- two SFWA Bulletins and a PW. At home the mail was My Personal Invitation to join the Literary Guild Bookclub. No bills. Group hug.
Also at home -- the filing. Nice big pile of filing. Honestly, you'd think we ran a business or three outta this house. I've been filing for a couple hours, and the pile's still tall, but some of that's chapbook masters that just need to be stuck back into their drawer, so it's not as bad as it looks. She said chirpily.
After the filing's done, I need to do the corporate April profit-and-loss, which I should've done over the weekend, but didn't because I wanted to write instead.
After the reports, it's back to The Nameless, which has gone all slow and careful on me again (insert mutter here). Been doing some Heavy Cogitation on novels-to-be-proposed -- the gym-thing is good for that kind of thinking. Don't believe I'm far enough along to really start sketching things in, but it won't hurt to make some note-like objects.
Break's over. Back to the files.
Filing music: Warren Zevon, Life'll Kill Ya and Ray Wylie Hubbard Eternal and Lowdown. Next up, The Waybacks.
This morning entailed some bouncing back and forth between banks, as well as the gym thing and a run to the Post Office, where I scored -- wait for it -- two SFWA Bulletins and a PW. At home the mail was My Personal Invitation to join the Literary Guild Bookclub. No bills. Group hug.
Also at home -- the filing. Nice big pile of filing. Honestly, you'd think we ran a business or three outta this house. I've been filing for a couple hours, and the pile's still tall, but some of that's chapbook masters that just need to be stuck back into their drawer, so it's not as bad as it looks. She said chirpily.
After the filing's done, I need to do the corporate April profit-and-loss, which I should've done over the weekend, but didn't because I wanted to write instead.
After the reports, it's back to The Nameless, which has gone all slow and careful on me again (insert mutter here). Been doing some Heavy Cogitation on novels-to-be-proposed -- the gym-thing is good for that kind of thinking. Don't believe I'm far enough along to really start sketching things in, but it won't hurt to make some note-like objects.
Break's over. Back to the files.
Filing music: Warren Zevon, Life'll Kill Ya and Ray Wylie Hubbard Eternal and Lowdown. Next up, The Waybacks.