awake* Announce the awesomeness that is Ravens in the Library, a benefit anthology for SJ Tucker. Announce this to, among other people, my mother, who responds with an hour-long rant about the state of American medicine. I could charge admission to my mom when she's worked up about something, I swear.
* Receive edits for my Ravens in the Library story. Review the edits, and determine that yes, they're pretty much all accurate. (This is why I have people who read for me. It's a vital part of not looking like a total idiot every time I turn something in.) Life is good.
* Approach the cage where the supine form of Late Eclipses of the Sun lurks, waiting to strike. Poke a stick through the bars. The book does not respond. Rattle the stick around. The book does not respond. Unlock the cage. Suddenly get attacked by five hundred pages of snarling, possibly rabid manuscript. Decide to start work on Saturday, when I have access to a bone saw.
* Turn in some website corrections to my long-suffering, utterly fabulous web dude, Chris. (Mysteriously, Chris is setting up the new interface so that I can make certain small text changes on my own. I think, perhaps, working with the world's most obsessive editor is getting to him.) (I love you, Chris.)
* Do a lot of inking to make the items listed above less aneurysm-inducing. Because nothing says 'soothing' like three panels of cross-hatching.
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January 8 2009, 17:03:48 UTC 8 years ago
I wasn't in active labor, and I'm still waiting for that to actually happen.
I am still grumpy about the exchange with the advice nurse (new this week, anyway?).
But in the meanwhile I am doing pretty well, feeling pretty good, and getting work-work done. (Because it's an easy-interrupt task, my boss has me doing info-dumps into our team wiki. This has needed to happen for a while, it's fun for me, it's easy, it's helpful, and it's low-stress. Win all around!)
January 9 2009, 15:01:57 UTC 8 years ago