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So, yeah. It's been a quiet birthday. I worked all day, so I'm pretty tired. I might go out to a cafe later and get some writing done, but that'll be it.
The party is next week.
Normally I don't mind working weekends, though this time it could've fallen on a better weekend. I have the office to myself, usually. I keep the ancient fluorescents off and work by natural light. And I get to choose my own soundtrack (The Hidden Cameras and Rufus, today). I find data entry meditative.
So yeah. Otherwise, I'm about three-fourths through my outline in preparation for my eighth (and hopefully final) re-write of the novel. I'll be started on that before June. Sending in my novel this years means that the birthday is free overall of existential angst. It actually feels like I'm doing something with my life, for once.
And the next version is going to get published.
The party is next week.
Normally I don't mind working weekends, though this time it could've fallen on a better weekend. I have the office to myself, usually. I keep the ancient fluorescents off and work by natural light. And I get to choose my own soundtrack (The Hidden Cameras and Rufus, today). I find data entry meditative.
So yeah. Otherwise, I'm about three-fourths through my outline in preparation for my eighth (and hopefully final) re-write of the novel. I'll be started on that before June. Sending in my novel this years means that the birthday is free overall of existential angst. It actually feels like I'm doing something with my life, for once.
And the next version is going to get published.