Generalities

So, after complaining about not getting to read, I've just come off a weekend wherein I finished three books (The one I started on the way back from VP when my brain was too fried to follow Master and Commander, then The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, somewhat spoiled by someone talking about how the narrator is a classic case of unreliable, even though said person was making a point of not discussing the plot or clues - then DWJ's Dark Lord of Derkholm, because I couldn't wait any longer), and I've started into Guy G. Kay's the Last Light of the Sun.

I did get some writing in - mostly editing Raising the Storm (the selkie novel), though there's one chunk I'm loathe to work on until I get a bit of advice, but I've skipped over it and kept on with the rest. Just got through the first introduction of the non-humanoid sentient species of the story - I think it went well.

I've also done some raw-new-text work on Disco Dracula, but it's plodding along and shuffling its feet so much you'd think it were about zombies instead. (On the plus side, I think I now know how it ends. I just have to get there from here. Like that's so easy.)

I came back to work yesterday to find one of my co-workers home sick and the other one unavailable for the day. So, on Tuesday, the busiest day of our work week, I was almost alone, doing two peoples' jobs. And I started by spending the first two hours re-balancing the accounts, since one of my co-workers never bothers to check her work, and since I got careless last week and didn't check the accounts, in spite of knowing who I was working with. Oh, well, brought that on myself a little. And it's statement time. Short version: I won't be running out of work this week. Well, maybe on Saturday I will.

At home, I did very well at archery on Saturday, and terribly yesterday. And one of my ankles has been bothering me. I guess the next few exercise bouts should be push-ups or something, rather than long walks. Fair enough. If only the ankle and my back would stop waking me with twinges in the middle of the night, I might even get a decent sleep. Part of the back twinges are my cat's fault, since she always tries to curl up int he exact same spot, and thus traps me (Sleeping and thus susceptible to her suggestion) in the same position, until the back wakes me in sheer protest.

While getting a part of Colin's anniversary gift (A CD I handed to him with admittedly little ceremony) I also picked up the latest Richard Thompson, Front Parlor Ballads, which is going to be one of his albums that has to grow on you, not an instant classic. He seems to shift between the two continuously. I haven't yet heard one that didn't grow on one if the first listen didn't appeal, which is why I'm sure it isn't just a disappointing or weaker album. I also got a copy of the "History of Linda Thompson", since I've heard her work on two songs - one a duet with Sandy Denny, where she's slightly outshone - plus Shoot out the Lights. Ever. Also good stuff. I wanted one of the earlier Horace X albums, but they only had Strategy, which I own (signed!). Don't ask me how I got from there to Thompson-ness

Hoping to talk Colin into seeing the Corpse Bride tonight.

(Update: Phooey. He wouldn't take me, as he got a new computer and has to put it together. At least we had a nice dinner out)

Generalities

So, after complaining about not getting to read, I've just come off a weekend wherein I finished three books (The one I started on the way back from VP when my brain was too fried to follow Master and Commander, then The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, somewhat spoiled by someone talking about how the narrator is a classic case of unreliable, even though said person was making a point of not discussing the plot or clues - then DWJ's Dark Lord of Derkholm, because I couldn't wait any longer), and I've started into Guy G. Kay's the Last Light of the Sun.

I did get some writing in - mostly editing Raising the Storm (the selkie novel), though there's one chunk I'm loathe to work on until I get a bit of advice, but I've skipped over it and kept on with the rest. Just got through the first introduction of the non-humanoid sentient species of the story - I think it went well.

I've also done some raw-new-text work on Disco Dracula, but it's plodding along and shuffling its feet so much you'd think it were about zombies instead. (On the plus side, I think I now know how it ends. I just have to get there from here. Like that's so easy.)

I came back to work yesterday to find one of my co-workers home sick and the other one unavailable for the day. So, on Tuesday, the busiest day of our work week, I was almost alone, doing two peoples' jobs. And I started by spending the first two hours re-balancing the accounts, since one of my co-workers never bothers to check her work, and since I got careless last week and didn't check the accounts, in spite of knowing who I was working with. Oh, well, brought that on myself a little. And it's statement time. Short version: I won't be running out of work this week. Well, maybe on Saturday I will.

At home, I did very well at archery on Saturday, and terribly yesterday. And one of my ankles has been bothering me. I guess the next few exercise bouts should be push-ups or something, rather than long walks. Fair enough. If only the ankle and my back would stop waking me with twinges in the middle of the night, I might even get a decent sleep. Part of the back twinges are my cat's fault, since she always tries to curl up int he exact same spot, and thus traps me (Sleeping and thus susceptible to her suggestion) in the same position, until the back wakes me in sheer protest.

While getting a part of Colin's anniversary gift (A CD I handed to him with admittedly little ceremony) I also picked up the latest Richard Thompson, Front Parlor Ballads, which is going to be one of his albums that has to grow on you, not an instant classic. He seems to shift between the two continuously. I haven't yet heard one that didn't grow on one if the first listen didn't appeal, which is why I'm sure it isn't just a disappointing or weaker album. I also got a copy of the "History of Linda Thompson", since I've heard her work on two songs - one a duet with Sandy Denny, where she's slightly outshone - plus Shoot out the Lights. Ever. Also good stuff. I wanted one of the earlier Horace X albums, but they only had Strategy, which I own (signed!). Don't ask me how I got from there to Thompson-ness

Hoping to talk Colin into seeing the Corpse Bride tonight.

(Update: Phooey. He wouldn't take me, as he got a new computer and has to put it together. At least we had a nice dinner out)