Mozart...

Mozart is looking for a Place. The Ideal Place, as I may have mentioned once or twice before, is the big blue chair in the living room. However, Rolanni, who is, despite her many fine qualities, numb'r'n a hake, refused to quit her silly desk chair in front of the silly desk and when he jumped into her lap, she wouldn't let him have the space bar. No, not the mouse either, and she kept moving her hand so it wasn't at all restful to put his chin on her wrist.

Pfui. So then he climbed behind the keyboard, between Rolanni and the screen and when she told him, "Move!" he mooched over to the other side of the desk, and did not push all the papers onto the floor because he is a Maine Coon Cat and Grace is his middle name, and skoooooooched between the Windows box and the Linux box, despite Rolanni repeatedly telling him "No!" and found the Place behind. Except it was all full of wires, with not even a teensy corner for a Maine Coon Cat -- whose other middle names are Lithe and Tiny -- to curl up.

It's very hard, and all Rolanni will say is, "You've got dust in your tail." and "I'm not done."


...except now I am done. For the evening, anyway. Not many words, but a lot of conceptual stuff thought out and duly notated. The sort of stuff that Actually is work but doesn't feel like it because it's not words-inna-row. I'm feeling somewhat better having worked out some of how we're going to get from Here to There. And no, I don't work all this out in detail ahead of time. I could do it, mind you, but I'd wind up throwing it all away or subverting it anyway, so it's just a waste of time.

Not much sleep last night, what with one thing and another. Must remedy that tonight. Especially since I have an early training session at the day-job tomorrow and Mel has been known to lob white-board erasers at the back row on occasion.

Progress on Longeye

15741 / 100000 words.
16% done!


EDITED TO ADD: The Lolcatbible. This is kinzel's fault. I am merely the messenger.