Wednesday that feels like Tuesday....
Sep. 3rd, 2008 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanPandora just abandoned her Position of Disdain on the printer and came to sprawl (and purr) in my lap. And thus, peace and harmony is restored to Ch. Felidae.
Yesterday I slew most of the backlogged paperwork and household stuff, wrote a piece for the Harlequin paranormal blog, ordered groceries, and (hopefully) fixed the dishwasher. Then I slept the sleep of the dead -- including a very strange dream about getting counterfeit dollars in a casino that turned out to be very rare coins worth $$$ and having the dream turn into an SG-1 episode set in that same casino with Sam in the starring role. No, I don't know why either. But there were lots of things being shot up, running and snarking, some forensic investigations of the money leading to historical discoveries, and did I mention things being shot up? My subconscious is occasionally useful, but sometimes just weird. Anyone want to take even a vague poke at what as up with all that?
Today the work-week began in earnest. A quick walk, coffee, and at my desk by 8am. I've already polished the outline for Bonnie #2 (PACK OF LIES) and sent it off to Madame Editrix, answered a slew of overnight e-mails, requested beta-notes on two different stories, and about to start digging into the meat of the day. AiC is now in session.
Oh, and for my fellow freelancers -- 3Q estimated taxes are due on the 15th! *chorus of resigned groans*
Yesterday I slew most of the backlogged paperwork and household stuff, wrote a piece for the Harlequin paranormal blog, ordered groceries, and (hopefully) fixed the dishwasher. Then I slept the sleep of the dead -- including a very strange dream about getting counterfeit dollars in a casino that turned out to be very rare coins worth $$$ and having the dream turn into an SG-1 episode set in that same casino with Sam in the starring role. No, I don't know why either. But there were lots of things being shot up, running and snarking, some forensic investigations of the money leading to historical discoveries, and did I mention things being shot up? My subconscious is occasionally useful, but sometimes just weird. Anyone want to take even a vague poke at what as up with all that?
Today the work-week began in earnest. A quick walk, coffee, and at my desk by 8am. I've already polished the outline for Bonnie #2 (PACK OF LIES) and sent it off to Madame Editrix, answered a slew of overnight e-mails, requested beta-notes on two different stories, and about to start digging into the meat of the day. AiC is now in session.
Oh, and for my fellow freelancers -- 3Q estimated taxes are due on the 15th! *chorus of resigned groans*
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Date: 2008-09-03 02:11 pm (UTC)oh, so you're the culprit!
Date: 2008-09-03 02:16 pm (UTC)(I got a message that a delivery had been attempted before I left for France, and the package was at the local post awful. I trundled down there -- and they couldn't find it. But they'd call me as soon as it turned up, and I could arrange to have someone pick it up, since I'd be away. No call. I came home to two new "delivery attempted" notes, and the statement that it would be returned to the sender on the 5th.
I called the post awful and explained to them that Someone There had screwed up (shock. not). They swear it will be delivered today. We Shall See...)
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Date: 2008-09-03 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-03 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-04 08:26 pm (UTC)