In Which Rolanni Begins Her Quest to Find The Office Floor

Also? The work table appears to have disappeared. It must be in this office somewhere. Perhaps under that big stack of paper, books, and, oh-oh -- bills?

*Sigh*

Yesterday, I did the interview with the woman who does historical clothing and Civil War re-enactment. Very knowledgeable person. Really, it was a pleasure to listen to her. I wished I could have spent more time with her -- and time at the Fair, too, but since I'd talked myself through the gate uncharged on the basis of doing an interview for the local paper, I felt obligated to do the interview and vamoose. Note to self: Hit Mine Editor up for a press card.

Anyhow, I wrote the article last night, proofed and sent it in this morning. Which means I'm free!. Free to make a pre-order database for Allies and enter in the amazing number of pre-orders received thus far, catch up SRM's bookkeeping, excavate the table -- and I guess I really ought to get with those bills. And the filing. Can't forget the filing. At least, not for long; another few archaeological layers and it'll achieve sentience.

It's gray, drippy and cool in Central Maine. The Old Timers say that an early autumn means an early snow. I guess we'll see about that...

So far...

Cleaned up two books' worth of revisions off the floor -- imagine my surprise to find that there was a layer of Gunshy under the Carousel Tides -- and deposited them where they would do the most good. Played catch up with the bookkeeping. Not gonna get to database wrangling or filing today -- tomorrow being, the last time I looked, Another Day. What I will do is (ugh!) pay the bills, and then, y'know, I'm gonna take the rest of the day off and... read a book.