Where Have I Been?
Feb. 20th, 2004 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanThis was, in some ways, the Week That Wasn't. I look at my logbooks, and yeah, I got a lot of work done. But be damned if I can give you specifics what I did. Some work on the novel(s). A lot of editorial nitpicking, both on mine and other peoples' work. Some website updating. Filing. Signing up for an editorial job board or three. Taking the car up to the body shop to get an estimate on the damage done this past weekend ($1300 to replace the injured trunk lid and lock. wince).
But I finished out the work-week nicely, with a two hour+ lunch with my folks at the Croton Reservoir Restaurant (40th and Broadway, for them as are in NYC). Very nice decor, excellent food, a nice little syrah as their house red, and they didn't kick us out when we lingered almost to 3:30.
We spoke of the joys and traumas of writing (my mom is apparently telling everyone in her writing class I'm more talented than she is. I tell everyone who will listen how much more talented she is than I am), admired my cover, got caught up on each other's lives (they're just back from Malta), and my dad and I neeped writerly tax deductions (he's an H&R Block person, and thanks in no small part to me is the NYC specialist in freelancer incomes.
*grin*)
I am reminded again how fortunate I am in having parents such as them -- people I respect and enjoy being with, and vice versa. Long, long, long may they be with us.
And now, into the weekend, which has a stack or three of work just dying to be done before Sunday night.
Ah, the joys of the authorial life. Gotta find some, sometime.
But I finished out the work-week nicely, with a two hour+ lunch with my folks at the Croton Reservoir Restaurant (40th and Broadway, for them as are in NYC). Very nice decor, excellent food, a nice little syrah as their house red, and they didn't kick us out when we lingered almost to 3:30.
We spoke of the joys and traumas of writing (my mom is apparently telling everyone in her writing class I'm more talented than she is. I tell everyone who will listen how much more talented she is than I am), admired my cover, got caught up on each other's lives (they're just back from Malta), and my dad and I neeped writerly tax deductions (he's an H&R Block person, and thanks in no small part to me is the NYC specialist in freelancer incomes.
*grin*)
I am reminded again how fortunate I am in having parents such as them -- people I respect and enjoy being with, and vice versa. Long, long, long may they be with us.
And now, into the weekend, which has a stack or three of work just dying to be done before Sunday night.
Ah, the joys of the authorial life. Gotta find some, sometime.
