Random Rattlings of the Brain Pan
Ahh... sweet internet. Turns out, John's laptop has a built-in modem. I'm once again connected to the world.... slowly, oh so damned slowly. And sparingly, having to wait until John went to bed. I hope nobody tries to call me... I'll be on here all night, getting my fix! My article is finished! Does she (she being my editor) like it? *shrugs* Dunno. I didn't hear a lot of feedback on this one. It could be that it's nothing like she wanted, but that's what you get when only one of your three contacts gets back to you and the second half of your interview simply never gets done. That's the beauty of freelance - learning how to wing it! But then again, I am a writer, so I should know when to steal and when to pull bull out of my ass and make it sound fantastic! That's the real lesson that NaNo teaches, right there. :)
One day I hope to be organized. One day I hope to own a house elf.
We actually had a conversation with our neighbors today. We have good neighbors for once! At least on one side of us, which is saying something. They are.... nice. Southern, with an IQ that's a bit southern on the score charts without being stupid, but they're sweet. And they seriously remind me of people down home. Which is nice and familiar and cozy and another affirmation as to why I don't live in my town anymore.
We have bushes outside our townhome, right under our windows. And we crickets in them. They are loud enough that we can hear them over the fan. They annoy John. I love them. That's one of the things about down home that I do miss; crickets and stars (damn light pollution).
Man, I miss ice. Why did we throw away our old ice trays and just assume the new ones would be fine! Because we thought they would be new.... not cracked and streaked with brown. *shudders* God only knows what the previous people put in there to get them that shade of brown.
I continue to get the den set up and the decorating of it excites me as much as the kitchen did. In our apartment, we had John's computer desk in the den and mine out in the living room. Here, we've switched. I think it bothers John a little, even though it was his idea. But it thrills me to no end to have a room upstairs that has all of my books, my computer desk, my writing information, my prayer table, my favorite lamp, my yoga stuff and a tree right outside the window. I have a writing room. A writing room! And beyond that, it's turning into a Zen den, for I now have the space and the privacy to do my yoga in the middle of the floor and to drag my prayer table out in the middle and be left alone so I can focus my thoughts. I have a writing room everybody! Ah, the internal well of satifaction.
Off to surf the net some more! Whee!
One day I hope to be organized. One day I hope to own a house elf.
We actually had a conversation with our neighbors today. We have good neighbors for once! At least on one side of us, which is saying something. They are.... nice. Southern, with an IQ that's a bit southern on the score charts without being stupid, but they're sweet. And they seriously remind me of people down home. Which is nice and familiar and cozy and another affirmation as to why I don't live in my town anymore.
We have bushes outside our townhome, right under our windows. And we crickets in them. They are loud enough that we can hear them over the fan. They annoy John. I love them. That's one of the things about down home that I do miss; crickets and stars (damn light pollution).
Man, I miss ice. Why did we throw away our old ice trays and just assume the new ones would be fine! Because we thought they would be new.... not cracked and streaked with brown. *shudders* God only knows what the previous people put in there to get them that shade of brown.
I continue to get the den set up and the decorating of it excites me as much as the kitchen did. In our apartment, we had John's computer desk in the den and mine out in the living room. Here, we've switched. I think it bothers John a little, even though it was his idea. But it thrills me to no end to have a room upstairs that has all of my books, my computer desk, my writing information, my prayer table, my favorite lamp, my yoga stuff and a tree right outside the window. I have a writing room. A writing room! And beyond that, it's turning into a Zen den, for I now have the space and the privacy to do my yoga in the middle of the floor and to drag my prayer table out in the middle and be left alone so I can focus my thoughts. I have a writing room everybody! Ah, the internal well of satifaction.
Off to surf the net some more! Whee!