In Which Rolanni Begins Her Quest to Find The Office Floor

[rolanni]

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...

Comments

[difrancis.livejournal.com]

snowing . . . paper blizzard? drifts of paper?

Maybe this means your fall colors will be blisteringly bright.

Now my office has boxes carefully stacked like obstacles here and there and I just haven't managed to PUT them anywhere. But I have cleared off my computer table (which is a ginormous old kitchen table that's about eight feet long and five feet wide and so I can really drift it up well when I'm in the midst of things).

Good luck!

[adina-atl.livejournal.com]

I just discovered this morning that both the dining room table *and* my desk have...you know, tops. Surfaces. Places to put things that aren't already on top of other things. Wow.

I also discovered that the rug was actually green after I removed at least a kitten's worth of fur.

So what's the measure?

[mbarker.livejournal.com]

We have the hypothesis: leave it alone for another few archeological layers and it'll achieve sentience.

But how will we know it has reached that pinnacle of achievement? Will it demand a pile of its very own? Perhaps it will begin filing itself? Will it sing "Oh, sweet mystery of life?"

Enquiring minds want to know! Save that stack!

(Maybe that's the mark of sentience? That it protects others? Or that it finds humor in strange places? :-)

[noiseinmyhead.livejournal.com]

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.

Most Fairs I can think off wouldn't begrudge you any extra time you could spend... after all it might mean more publicity!