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rolanni...and I see it is forecast to drip for the rest of the week, without getting above the mid-70s(F). I can live with this.
Frittering the day away: Finished my book, read another (very short) book, started yet another. Took an short outside walk before the rain started; played Flying Mouse with Mozart; balanced the SRM checkbook (for July, sigh); updated the subscriber database for Allies; paid for, downloaded, installed, and immediately used Agent 4.0 (are you listening, Symantec?); made baby red-white-and-blue potatoes with onions, sausage and cheese for dinner (yum).
Pretty soon, I need deal with the dinner clean-up and take another (inside, alas) walk, and then open up a file and start already with the original story for Allies. Once that's out of the way, I can read Balance of Trade and make notes for the sequel.
Frittering the day away: Finished my book, read another (very short) book, started yet another. Took an short outside walk before the rain started; played Flying Mouse with Mozart; balanced the SRM checkbook (for July, sigh); updated the subscriber database for Allies; paid for, downloaded, installed, and immediately used Agent 4.0 (are you listening, Symantec?); made baby red-white-and-blue potatoes with onions, sausage and cheese for dinner (yum).
Pretty soon, I need deal with the dinner clean-up and take another (inside, alas) walk, and then open up a file and start already with the original story for Allies. Once that's out of the way, I can read Balance of Trade and make notes for the sequel.
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Date: 2006-09-05 11:27 pm (UTC)Well, I enjoy reading my work more than I enjoy some others...
Seriously, I usually Utterly Despise the book I'm working on by the time I'm done what I usually wrongly believe to be the final draft, and truly believe that I've lost my capacity to communicate in English.
By the time the galleys arrive, I can actually bear to look at it without the knee-jerk "this is drek!" Often, at this stage, I find that the book is actually readable.
After a certain number of years, though, the book becomes its own person, like someone I once knew well who has moved to another city, and we've fallen out of touch.
This afternoon, I had reason to go back through Carpe Diem, and my reaction was, "It's a young work; shows some promise. I hope the author keeps on..."