Thursday,
January 24, 2002

Don't mind me -- I'll just be banging my head on this spike over here. . .

Arrgh. Mucho busyness this morning, as I spent the day renaming help files and editing pages shared by two different apps so that they made sense on both sides of the application fence, so to speak. This is fairly standard tech writing stuff, though, so I really didn't mind it.

And I got some good, solid work done tonight -- my muse has been nagging me for the last couple of days, so I pulled out "I Play Dead," did the final polish and tweak to the ending, and got it ready for printing out first thing in the morning. I would have printed it out now, but it's 2:00 am and somehow I don't think the person in the bedroom below my office would appreciate listening to my old HP DeskJet grind out 18 pages or so. I'm caring and sharing that way, don't you know.

Oh, man. It's 2:00 am. How did THAT happen? This is probably the one thing I really don't like about writing -- when I seriously get into it, the world goes away and I lose all track of time. The next thing I know, I'm looking up and it's six hours later. I find it kind of scary, to be honest -- I don't like losing track of time like that. Which probably explains why I'm not a multi-published author yet.

Anyone for some therapy? Or maybe just some sleep. . .