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Tuesday! Tastes like Monday
It was snowing this morning when I left for work. Once out of our little gore, the roads were mostly clear -- even in downtown Waterville! The grounds crew up at the college had done yeoman's work, making all community roads and the most-traveled of the paths passable. Go, Physical Plant Department! I hope y'all get double time this week.
The scanner arrived at the end of the day and I hooked it up to Mac via the world's oldest USB hub. May have to reconfigure tomorrow, in order to keep as much of my desk space as possible under my control. (Naturally, the department's scanner gets to live on my desk -- mind you, it makes sense for it to live on my desk, it's just that having it there makes me more crowded that I like. But! We can solve this. I'm pretty sure.)
Other than that, it was kind of a boring old day at work. Things were so quiet in the middle of the afternoon (between Lunch and Scanner, as it were) that I had time to go over yesterday's chapter and fill in the Stuff I forgot in the white heat of typing.
I'm still a chapter or two ahead of myself on Mouse and Dragon, though the OhmighodIhaveanIDEA division of the back-brain pyrotechnic display seems to have cooled... somewhat. Which is OK. There's a chunk coming where I only have the haziest idea of what happens, so I can use all the speed I can get on this side of that gap.
Who was it that said a writer's life is one of unending glamor? And were they serious?
Progress on Mouse and Dragon
The scanner arrived at the end of the day and I hooked it up to Mac via the world's oldest USB hub. May have to reconfigure tomorrow, in order to keep as much of my desk space as possible under my control. (Naturally, the department's scanner gets to live on my desk -- mind you, it makes sense for it to live on my desk, it's just that having it there makes me more crowded that I like. But! We can solve this. I'm pretty sure.)
Other than that, it was kind of a boring old day at work. Things were so quiet in the middle of the afternoon (between Lunch and Scanner, as it were) that I had time to go over yesterday's chapter and fill in the Stuff I forgot in the white heat of typing.
I'm still a chapter or two ahead of myself on Mouse and Dragon, though the OhmighodIhaveanIDEA division of the back-brain pyrotechnic display seems to have cooled... somewhat. Which is OK. There's a chunk coming where I only have the haziest idea of what happens, so I can use all the speed I can get on this side of that gap.
Who was it that said a writer's life is one of unending glamor? And were they serious?
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YEAS! Pyrotechnics for thirty percent!
And were they serious?
There is little glamor from the inside of any occupation looking out.
And anyone who says differently about their own work is either delusional or not really very good at it.
Helped a fan today
I had no idea hes only read a few books, but i remembered a used copy of Partners at a local comic shop, he called, they had it, he went to get it
Made me very happy in a Geeky way
;)
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But anyway, glamour – you have to dress up for glamour. You are better off without it.