The Golden Age of Television Comes Knocking
It as a good day.
Sunny and cloudy, on and off. Our high was only 83˚F.
After being ill last night, I slept more than eight hours and woke feeling halfway decent. This morning I set aside MP1 and began laying out MP1.2, which will corporate all I've written so far on that one plioplatecarpine and includes, as well, the other plioplatecarpine. I will be naming two new species in a single paper, and instead of getting depressed about having to lose a little time to this change in direction (I'll ultimately save it by only having to answer to one set of editors and peer reviewers, not two), I'm just gonna focus on how cool that is, one paper, two new species.
At 11 a.m., I had the big teleconference with four people from two television production companies who are going to work very hard to bring one of my works to television. I cannot say who they are. I cannot say which book/s we are talking about. Someday, I can. But it was very encouraging. I also discovered right near the end of the call, I have a motto, "Keep it weird." I had no idea.
I sorta took the afternoon off, because the morning had been utterly exhausting (in a good way, mind you) and I was still feeling mildly woozy from last night.
Tomorrow morning I'll work on MP1.2, and then tomorrow afternoon I'm working on the ms. for Bradbury Weather. That's the plan for the next two to three weeks to four to five weeks. Paleo' mornings, editing afternoons and evenings. I just have to keep my focus and energy levels where they need to be. This is a mountain of work.
And at some point I have to pause to get a few issues of Sirenia Digest out. No, I have not forgotten my subscribers, I promise.
Oh, and something I said on Twitter today ~ My scientific work involves animals that lived 93~66 million years ago. That's where my passion lies, w/that long vanished world. But if we can't save what remains of our present-day biosphere, all my work is just a sad footnote to an apocalypse, and ultimately meaningless.
Take note, Spooky's birthday is on the 24th, and she also has an Amazon wishlist. Right here. And there's the Big Cartel shop, right here.
Later Tater Beans (and Keep It Weird®, Kittens),
Aunt Beast
12:24 p.m.
Sunny and cloudy, on and off. Our high was only 83˚F.
After being ill last night, I slept more than eight hours and woke feeling halfway decent. This morning I set aside MP1 and began laying out MP1.2, which will corporate all I've written so far on that one plioplatecarpine and includes, as well, the other plioplatecarpine. I will be naming two new species in a single paper, and instead of getting depressed about having to lose a little time to this change in direction (I'll ultimately save it by only having to answer to one set of editors and peer reviewers, not two), I'm just gonna focus on how cool that is, one paper, two new species.
At 11 a.m., I had the big teleconference with four people from two television production companies who are going to work very hard to bring one of my works to television. I cannot say who they are. I cannot say which book/s we are talking about. Someday, I can. But it was very encouraging. I also discovered right near the end of the call, I have a motto, "Keep it weird." I had no idea.
I sorta took the afternoon off, because the morning had been utterly exhausting (in a good way, mind you) and I was still feeling mildly woozy from last night.
Tomorrow morning I'll work on MP1.2, and then tomorrow afternoon I'm working on the ms. for Bradbury Weather. That's the plan for the next two to three weeks to four to five weeks. Paleo' mornings, editing afternoons and evenings. I just have to keep my focus and energy levels where they need to be. This is a mountain of work.
And at some point I have to pause to get a few issues of Sirenia Digest out. No, I have not forgotten my subscribers, I promise.
Oh, and something I said on Twitter today ~ My scientific work involves animals that lived 93~66 million years ago. That's where my passion lies, w/that long vanished world. But if we can't save what remains of our present-day biosphere, all my work is just a sad footnote to an apocalypse, and ultimately meaningless.
Take note, Spooky's birthday is on the 24th, and she also has an Amazon wishlist. Right here. And there's the Big Cartel shop, right here.
Later Tater Beans (and Keep It Weird®, Kittens),
Aunt Beast
12:24 p.m.