Sunday,
March 7, 2004
The usual stuff
Well, Lyndon's a happy camper. Thanks to ConDFW last month, he found a couple of gamers who were running some sort of Amber game, so he toddled over there this afternoon to play (turns out that they'd changed the time from 3-7 to 12-4, and the GM forgot to email him about it, so he only got to play for an hour, but that's still more than he's done in awhile).
Me,
I spent the day doing laundry, cleaning the bedroom and bathroom and working
on the fukaktah contract document, which decided to go completely schizo on
me four separate times and explode into the 7.2 MB Document from Hell. I finally
had to start cutting and pasting text into a completely new document, just to
make it work, which saved my blood pressure but is simply annoying because I
don't know WHY the damn doc is doing this. I accepted all the changes, and yet
it still expands uncontrollably like Ralph Nader's ego. Bah -- it is to make
your head go boom boom boom. But with any luck the customer will be happy, so
I suppose that's all that matters.
I keep hoping that I'll get back to writing fiction again one of these days, she said, laughing hollowly. *sigh* Speaking of that, I did get a ding letter from Alchemy for "The Scent of Gardenias," so I'll have to find another place that might want a short-short about Death as a little girl (hey, you never know). And PHARAOH is calling to me again, so maybe I can even do some work on that this week. It would be nice, at the grand old age of 37, to finally finish writing a fricking novel.
However, there
are nice things afoot, as well. The weather continues to be glorious, and everything
seems painted in jewel tones -- emerald green grass, sapphire sky, a swath of
purple wildflowers on the median, the first bluebonnets blooming, oh yeah. I
know I may bitch about the heat in the summertime, but at this time of year
it's certainly lovely to be living in Texas.