Sorry guys, one of my colleagues just called to my attention that I was due here. This shouldn’t have been needed (although alert readers will note my own blog is late this morning.) The problem is that I swear I thought it was Tuesday.
It’s been a crazy week, not exactly bad (like the week before) just loony, with something interrupting the writing every five minutes, so that I’m a little disoriented.
This morning’s emergency involves tile, which will probably eat the afternoon too. But a post about genre and structure is coming up.
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Genre signals – the cover makes no sense and tells you nothing about the contents but it is on super-expensive high-rag watermarked paper, and the story seems to have nothing resembling a plot. Must be post-modern literary fiction, or literary criticism.
Yeah, figured you got nailed with something sucking your time. I can wait a little longer.
My night actually went well (nearly unheard of for a Tuesday night into Wednesday morning for… ages now it seems) so I expect some issue with… er.. Murphy-field displacement. And it’s not just me. Even the 9th circuit actually managed to get something right.
When a woman (or a guy) is juggling eggs, chicken and children while trying to keep the house, work a job, stay healthy, and still keep her (or his) mind intact; expect an occasional yoke or hen on the floor.
This morning’s emergency involves tile, which will probably eat the afternoon too.
Could be worse. Could eat Tokyo.
Go Go Godzilla!
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This time for sure!
I was the other way all day. I thought it was Thursday until almost quitting time.