At some point my blog mates are going to kick me out. (Sigh.) Sorry.
I did mean to resume Elf Blood, but yesterday, for the first time in five years, I cleaned my office, an experience so startling that it drove everything else out of my mind.
The good news is that I now have a publishing desk. I mean, a real one (A cheap glass desk — used for $30, came with the world’s most spectacularly uncomfortable chair) we’d bought when I had a remote office, and which has since then been sitting in the basement taking up space. It gives me space to work on covers, etc. which means I’m not doing it on my desk any longer, which means I can separate writing/publishing functions.
I had to get rid of two bookcases, but a) what books I need for research have changed dramatically now that we have the internet. What I mean is, I had a bunch of basic stuff, should I need to, say, write a story set in Texas in colonial days. (And that’s something else that’s changed. I still get invited to anthologies, but usually not at the last minute, as a fill in, so I don’t need something to just “get the flavor.” so b) half the bookcases were taken up with storage for paper, etc, which I moved elsewhere. And c) I packed everything that will not be needed for a year and a half or so (and I pretty much know what projects I want to do/will be doing for that time) because we intend to move/get this up for sale by March. So, out went the last two pressboard bookcases in the house, two ugly beasts we only kept because they were seven feet tall by four feet wide. The disappearance of their ugly bulk left the office space much airier and more conducive to work, as well as, as mentioned, allowing me to have a real desk with space enough to mouse at as my writing desk. It’s a goodness.
In the process, I inhaled a metric kiloton of dust and cat hair, but I took a preventive anti-histamine, and I seem to be doing fine. Except for the part where I forgot today is Sunday. Sorry.
I promise to try to do better in the future.
Mad Genius Club 
17 responses to “So I completely forgot to post”
If you didn’t forget to do a blog post now and again some of us might begin to suspect your android origins. Or at least cybernetic parts.
Damn writing machine. I don’t know whether to aspire, or weep…
Hey, I can write 2,000-5,000 words a day.
They just won’t make any sense.
That’s two of us…
Your excuses (ah, pardon me, explanations) are so entertaining you should consider starting a separate blog just for them … 😉
:: Looks around messy office :: Sarah! Stop setting a good example!
I just bought a used Wacom-Bamboo to work with GIMP. I’m looking at the note covered desk for space and thinking ‘pile’ then you bring cleaning up. For shame.
You had the perfect excuse not to clean: you were going to sell the house one day, so why clean it? Besides, where there are no oxen, the stable is clean; but much increase comes from the strength of the ox (Prov 14:4)
Huh. Pass the whip. Next time it’s into the lake with weights on your feet.(says he, who hasn’t ever forgotten. Not since last time, anyway.)
You just want someone to go swimming with you.
Naturally. You know what they say, dive alone, die alone. Much more pleasant dying in company.
Yup. Don’t die alone and stupid. Because dying stupid in groups is far more satisfying. 🙂
But the whip was just washed and is not done drying!
I believe the correct reply is ‘hard cheese.’ (and my son has just been there and says it is flat)
Heh. I started moving back into the office yesterday. I have a floor, and desk, and new cat-tree to replace Furself’s double bed (no, it is not a suitable replacement, but she’ll adjust. In a few years.) The books and research binders (full of cows, not women) remain piled up elsewhere for the moment, until the sheet rock is finished (sanding) and repainting done (sanding).
The cats are never satisfied with new things, and always find interesting ways of expressing it. We got new food and water bowls for my old cat, and he has since decided that the only way to drink water is from a tall cup. Preferably one that is being used by one of the household humans.
Having same problem with chinchilla – I don’t think she’s drinking from the new water bottle (I put out a dish to be sure she had water). I think it may be that these new things still have the manufacturing smells in them, and their sensitive noses don’t like it.
When I get a second, I will wash the whole thing in lots of soap and water, and rinse exceedingly well.
Went on trip. Nice cleanish office is now messy again. Sigh. Unpacked suitcase, accumulated mail from a week, stuff DH threw in the room for me to deal with while I was away, things taken out for backpacking daughter’s trip, treats for chinchilla… and one exhausted Mother who has to deal with the whole mess. Sigh.
On the bright side, I can write in a mess as long as I have a foot of clear space to the left of the computer (check!) And I cleaned out four drawers before I left so I can organize stuff into them. And daughter will leave tomorrow, probably driven by DH to the trailhead.
Sometimes it seems I have to start from scratch every day.
Enjoy the fruits of your cleaning labor.