Holy Crap, It's WHEN?
Yup. September. Ba-di-ya, say do you remember time. How the hell did that happen? Only yesterday it was July, and I was wrapping up a couple of drafts and going to the gym every day and frying whole chickens. Now it's suddenly cold at night and I'm waiting to hear back from a publisher and oh yeah, WORK.
The busy-ness has been a little overwhelming, though I must admit that it's not as bad as the fall term usually is, thanks to my rearranged schedule. For the first time in (number large enough to drive, but not to drink) years, I do not have a fall coaching or directing commitment. I'm still helping with the outdoor program, so I've gotten to do a little hiking in the not-yet-crisp fall weather when one of its directors had a conflicting commitment, but I'm not REQUIRED to go on such trips, and I don't have to do them every single day, which makes all the difference. (As Tom Sawyer noted, "Work consists of what a body is obliged to do.")
Anyway: I'm still doing a lot, but more of it is stuff I want to do (e.g., doing the varsity football team's internet broadcasts, which are fun, if a little exhausting). And yay, good cheer. I'm still too frazzled by the recent manuscript to start anything new at the moment, so I'm mostly checking my email waaaay too often in order to look for possible responses from kindly publishers who want to Buy My Book. Oh, and losing at fantasy football. Badly. And finishing up my new copy of David Abrams' long-awaited black comedy about the Iraq War, Fobbit (which you can check out for a mere 99 cents through that link, if you have a Kindle.)
I also got a new computer, which is great, as it's lighter and faster, but my music files inevitably fail to transfer perfectly from one computer to another, so I am, as usual, loading CDs into my new machine. And considering how many CDs I own, this is not a quick project. For example, this evening I've loaded all the Y and Z discs; X may take all of tomorrow night (I own a LOT of albums by XTC), and W is going to take for freaking ever.
Meanwhile, Thing Two is cranking up for his first role of the season, with the premiere Friday, and Thing One is turning 21 on that same day, and has warned us that he does NOT want to meet us for dinner. We'll feed him on Saturday, by which time we're hoping his innards will be back in their usual configuration, rather than dragging around behind him like the chains of an escaped convict. And of course spuffyduds is pounding out thesis-related stuff at a prodigious rate, which is encouraging in a variety of ways, not least because next semester will be the first time in four years that we haven't been paying at least two people's tuition simultaneously.
And, yeah, that's kinda it at the moment. Updates as warranted, I suppose.
The busy-ness has been a little overwhelming, though I must admit that it's not as bad as the fall term usually is, thanks to my rearranged schedule. For the first time in (number large enough to drive, but not to drink) years, I do not have a fall coaching or directing commitment. I'm still helping with the outdoor program, so I've gotten to do a little hiking in the not-yet-crisp fall weather when one of its directors had a conflicting commitment, but I'm not REQUIRED to go on such trips, and I don't have to do them every single day, which makes all the difference. (As Tom Sawyer noted, "Work consists of what a body is obliged to do.")
Anyway: I'm still doing a lot, but more of it is stuff I want to do (e.g., doing the varsity football team's internet broadcasts, which are fun, if a little exhausting). And yay, good cheer. I'm still too frazzled by the recent manuscript to start anything new at the moment, so I'm mostly checking my email waaaay too often in order to look for possible responses from kindly publishers who want to Buy My Book. Oh, and losing at fantasy football. Badly. And finishing up my new copy of David Abrams' long-awaited black comedy about the Iraq War, Fobbit (which you can check out for a mere 99 cents through that link, if you have a Kindle.)
I also got a new computer, which is great, as it's lighter and faster, but my music files inevitably fail to transfer perfectly from one computer to another, so I am, as usual, loading CDs into my new machine. And considering how many CDs I own, this is not a quick project. For example, this evening I've loaded all the Y and Z discs; X may take all of tomorrow night (I own a LOT of albums by XTC), and W is going to take for freaking ever.
Meanwhile, Thing Two is cranking up for his first role of the season, with the premiere Friday, and Thing One is turning 21 on that same day, and has warned us that he does NOT want to meet us for dinner. We'll feed him on Saturday, by which time we're hoping his innards will be back in their usual configuration, rather than dragging around behind him like the chains of an escaped convict. And of course spuffyduds is pounding out thesis-related stuff at a prodigious rate, which is encouraging in a variety of ways, not least because next semester will be the first time in four years that we haven't been paying at least two people's tuition simultaneously.
And, yeah, that's kinda it at the moment. Updates as warranted, I suppose.