A writer's life for me
Saturday, July 22nd, 2006 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniLest you (or I, for that matter) think that I spend all my time watching Princess Tutu, and reading comic books, a quick rundown of Life Since Wednesday is offered:
Wednesday: 8 a.m. meeting, haircuts, pick up application at local call center, run up to Bangor to have lunch and far-ranging discussion with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jhetley and his cordial and lovely wife, sweep by Bangor Mall, and so to home, where the Amended Chapter Nine was read and found Good, and battle joined with Chapter Ten, which was much, much worse than I had fooled myself into remembering, and completed job application.
Thursday: Up early and mining for freelance work; filed request for application test; delivered call center application, completed a surprise skills test and interview, at the conclusion of which I was offered, and accepted, a six-to-twelve-week temp position on the three-to-eleven shift; ran into Waterville to complete errands, and back home again in time to have lunch withkinzel. Thus fortified, it was back to Chapter Ten, which finally yelled "Uncle!", thus freeing me to the above referenced comic book.
Friday: Up Really Early for a research run to the southern coast to recheck certain landmarks (honestly, you'd think I'd have this cold by now) and to admire the working of the fragmented tropical storm on the waves, then up to Portland. We did a walk-in signing at Walden Books in the Maine Mall (which had a gratifying number on shelf and endcap), walked around the mall, then across the parking lot to Borders, where (surprise!) we discovered quite a number of books with our names on them correctly shelved in SF and also on the endcap. [Digression: Went over to the customer service desk with a copy of Crystal Soldier and introduced myself to the pleasant young lady behind the counter, asking if we could sign our books for them. Deer in the headlights look, and a fast glance at a coworker, who said, "Of COURSE she can. We have stickers."] So provisioned, I returned tokinzel and we did our thing, returned the stickers and then browsed the rest of the store, finally tearing ourselves away for the trip back north, where I found the requested application test in my inbox; I completed that during the (minor, but welcome) thunderstorm, faxed it back, shared a salad with kinzel and viewed Disk Five of Princess Tutu [Note to self: See if Netflix has Disk Six in inventory yet].
Saturday: Applied for grant; messed around updating my LJ and am about to sign off in preparation of casting a Gimlet Eye(tm) over the existing Chapter Eleven, which I believe requires only a bridge in order to be Perfectly Usable, but what do I know? Writers are notoriously self-delusional.
Wednesday: 8 a.m. meeting, haircuts, pick up application at local call center, run up to Bangor to have lunch and far-ranging discussion with
jhetley and his cordial and lovely wife, sweep by Bangor Mall, and so to home, where the Amended Chapter Nine was read and found Good, and battle joined with Chapter Ten, which was much, much worse than I had fooled myself into remembering, and completed job application.Thursday: Up early and mining for freelance work; filed request for application test; delivered call center application, completed a surprise skills test and interview, at the conclusion of which I was offered, and accepted, a six-to-twelve-week temp position on the three-to-eleven shift; ran into Waterville to complete errands, and back home again in time to have lunch with
kinzel. Thus fortified, it was back to Chapter Ten, which finally yelled "Uncle!", thus freeing me to the above referenced comic book.Friday: Up Really Early for a research run to the southern coast to recheck certain landmarks (honestly, you'd think I'd have this cold by now) and to admire the working of the fragmented tropical storm on the waves, then up to Portland. We did a walk-in signing at Walden Books in the Maine Mall (which had a gratifying number on shelf and endcap), walked around the mall, then across the parking lot to Borders, where (surprise!) we discovered quite a number of books with our names on them correctly shelved in SF and also on the endcap. [Digression: Went over to the customer service desk with a copy of Crystal Soldier and introduced myself to the pleasant young lady behind the counter, asking if we could sign our books for them. Deer in the headlights look, and a fast glance at a coworker, who said, "Of COURSE she can. We have stickers."] So provisioned, I returned to
kinzel and we did our thing, returned the stickers and then browsed the rest of the store, finally tearing ourselves away for the trip back north, where I found the requested application test in my inbox; I completed that during the (minor, but welcome) thunderstorm, faxed it back, shared a salad with kinzel and viewed Disk Five of Princess Tutu [Note to self: See if Netflix has Disk Six in inventory yet].Saturday: Applied for grant; messed around updating my LJ and am about to sign off in preparation of casting a Gimlet Eye(tm) over the existing Chapter Eleven, which I believe requires only a bridge in order to be Perfectly Usable, but what do I know? Writers are notoriously self-delusional.
Re: Definition requested: "Gimlet Eye"
Date: 2006-07-26 05:34 pm (UTC)