Welcome to Friday; the pause before productivity.
Step one: Wake up because Kate, having foolishly committed to going yarn shopping* with Lisa, is banging around the house at just after seven o'clock in the morning. Retrieve cunningly-planted iPod** from the table next to the couch, turn on August and Everything After, go back to sleep.
Step two: Admit that I am not doing so well with that whole 'back to sleep' initiative. Get out of couch. Go to kitchen. Retrieve cunningly-planted DDP from the fridge, thus preventing me from raining down hails of fire on the Western Seaboard. Retreat to Kate's office to read children's books until I cease to believe that the Earth has forfeited its right to existence.
Step three: Hey, cool, Kate has a copy of The View From Saturday.
Step four: Finally get off my ass and start the computer. Read the daily round of webcomics, as failure to do so will result in a lot of needless surfing. Read LJ. Consider starting to answer comments. Become exhausted by the idea of needing to be entertaining. Get another DDP.****
Step five: Update LJ. Hey, look! Footnotes!
Step six: Let's get ready to rumble! Or, y'know. Revise. Whichever seems like less work.
See you in fifty pages or a sugar-crash of epic proportions, whichever decides to come first. Goal for the weekend is clearing page two hundred in Late Eclipses of the Sun. And given enough diet soda, I just might do it.
(*Yes, there are people in this world who exist in a constant state of Needing More Yarn. I would laugh at them in a patronizing 'aren't the monkeys cute?' fashion, except for the part where a) many of them are my friends, and b) they would all turn around and laugh at me in a patronizing 'aren't the monkeys cute?' fashion for my constant state of Needing More Dinosaurs And Maybe A Nice Pandemic. The human race is infinitely strange.)
(**The Firefox spellcheck*** doesn't know the word 'iPod'. I find myself obscurely disappointed.)
(***It doesn't know 'spellcheck' either. That's just silly.)
(****For those of you playing the home game, this means I have now consumed, technically, six servings of caffeinated beverage since waking. If you've ever wondered how I maintain my awesome rate of cruising speed, you need wonder no more. Also, I have self-embalmed with artificial sweeteners, and will never die.)
Step two: Admit that I am not doing so well with that whole 'back to sleep' initiative. Get out of couch. Go to kitchen. Retrieve cunningly-planted DDP from the fridge, thus preventing me from raining down hails of fire on the Western Seaboard. Retreat to Kate's office to read children's books until I cease to believe that the Earth has forfeited its right to existence.
Step three: Hey, cool, Kate has a copy of The View From Saturday.
Step four: Finally get off my ass and start the computer. Read the daily round of webcomics, as failure to do so will result in a lot of needless surfing. Read LJ. Consider starting to answer comments. Become exhausted by the idea of needing to be entertaining. Get another DDP.****
Step five: Update LJ. Hey, look! Footnotes!
Step six: Let's get ready to rumble! Or, y'know. Revise. Whichever seems like less work.
See you in fifty pages or a sugar-crash of epic proportions, whichever decides to come first. Goal for the weekend is clearing page two hundred in Late Eclipses of the Sun. And given enough diet soda, I just might do it.
(*Yes, there are people in this world who exist in a constant state of Needing More Yarn. I would laugh at them in a patronizing 'aren't the monkeys cute?' fashion, except for the part where a) many of them are my friends, and b) they would all turn around and laugh at me in a patronizing 'aren't the monkeys cute?' fashion for my constant state of Needing More Dinosaurs And Maybe A Nice Pandemic. The human race is infinitely strange.)
(**The Firefox spellcheck*** doesn't know the word 'iPod'. I find myself obscurely disappointed.)
(***It doesn't know 'spellcheck' either. That's just silly.)
(****For those of you playing the home game, this means I have now consumed, technically, six servings of caffeinated beverage since waking. If you've ever wondered how I maintain my awesome rate of cruising speed, you need wonder no more. Also, I have self-embalmed with artificial sweeteners, and will never die.)