It's Happening
The weekend was a weekend of pleasant interruptions, spurred by friends visiting from out of town and a Halloween party to which I wore one of my lamer costumes (I don't care who you are, coming as one of your old LARP characters does not win you any points). However, on Sunday, after my guests left, I was able to get a few things done.
I took a nice leisurely train ride to Menlo Park and spent my birthday gift card at Kepler's (a lovely independent bookstore which all locals should patronize), acquiring via them and Amazon copies of Bryson's The Mother Tongue, Carroll's Outside the Dog Museum, Hill's Heart-Shaped Box, Larssen's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Powers' Earthquake Weather, and Priest's The Boneshaker, as well as the mp3 album of Dirty Three's Horse Stories, which I owned ten years ago and recommend to anyone who loves stringed instruments.
I hiked about with my books and purchased food for this week-Italian sausage, chicken, curry powder, olive oil, a megafuckton of veggies. Time to experiment.
I did some laundry and worked on amateur cartography for my D&D game (a statement which fills me with prurient chuckles for reasons I will not explain).
And I wrote.
Yes, folks, it's true-Book Two, Part Thirteen of Not Providence is written and ready for its editor (read: me). Today during my lunch break, seeing as how the Mongolian Death Cough still has a grip on me, I will be editing the HTML and CSS to receive its literary payload; and tonight, I will prep my words for upload to the Intertron Tuesday morning.
Despite all evidence to the contrary, despite the draining move and the sickness in my chest, I have triumphed. Tomorrow, Randall and the peacekeepers ride again.
No biggie. Just thought you should know.
I took a nice leisurely train ride to Menlo Park and spent my birthday gift card at Kepler's (a lovely independent bookstore which all locals should patronize), acquiring via them and Amazon copies of Bryson's The Mother Tongue, Carroll's Outside the Dog Museum, Hill's Heart-Shaped Box, Larssen's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Powers' Earthquake Weather, and Priest's The Boneshaker, as well as the mp3 album of Dirty Three's Horse Stories, which I owned ten years ago and recommend to anyone who loves stringed instruments.
I hiked about with my books and purchased food for this week-Italian sausage, chicken, curry powder, olive oil, a megafuckton of veggies. Time to experiment.
I did some laundry and worked on amateur cartography for my D&D game (a statement which fills me with prurient chuckles for reasons I will not explain).
And I wrote.
Yes, folks, it's true-Book Two, Part Thirteen of Not Providence is written and ready for its editor (read: me). Today during my lunch break, seeing as how the Mongolian Death Cough still has a grip on me, I will be editing the HTML and CSS to receive its literary payload; and tonight, I will prep my words for upload to the Intertron Tuesday morning.
Despite all evidence to the contrary, despite the draining move and the sickness in my chest, I have triumphed. Tomorrow, Randall and the peacekeepers ride again.
No biggie. Just thought you should know.