Strange Days

Ah, yes, things are definitely odd these days.

First off, Bibsy---reserve me room in the boat. I'll bring the special potion, you bring musical cds and jpgs, and we'll get drunk and argue Mozart. This rain is driving me bonkers. The sun?!? Please???

Secondly, despite the computer snafus of yesterday, I'm managing to get some good work done. I've replaced 7k of the lost book (still crying over that) and begun my anthology rewrite again. Maybe I'll catch up in a day or two.

Thirdly, I have fans!!!! FANS!!!! Can you believe that? It's totally insidious but funny too. I never thought I'd be in the position to have fans, although there was that stalked when I did theatre in Key West....

Fourthly, I finally figured out how to finish Darkshifters. I've discarded what now? Ten or eleven outlined endings for the second half of the book. But now.....*evil grin* ..... I know exactly what to do. I'm blocking out two hours a day for Darkshifters despite my time constraints. All I have to say about it is......(Dan, fill in the blank)

Fifthly, the kitten has gone to the vet. :( Poor little Asphodel gets all of her feline maintenance today. She cried so hard when I left her. Poor kitty. (runs to remove all the tiny-claw-marked curtains)

Finally, I'm actually in a ....good mood. Huh? How is THAT possible? *scratches head* not a clue. But--it's true! I might actually be accidentally nice to someone. Funny, funny, funny.

Comments

Bibsy said…
You know there's room on the ark for you. Just a grab a seat on one of the wine crates. *grin*
mscelina said…
excellent. that way I don't have to go too far for the booze. *grin*
Samantha Iriks said…
Use some of your witchly powers and send the rain this way! We still need more than what we're getting.

In a good mood? No... can't be you. You must just be pretending.
:P

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