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careswen and I plan to brainstorm tonight on a title for that urban fantasy/cyberpunk piece I'm trying to get out the door. I know where the novel is going now, as it turns the corner and I start the second half. The next novel in line keeps yammering for attention, and I've two new short stories waiting to be written. At least that part of life is moving along.
Last night's chicken enchiladas were a big hit. I forget sometimes that I'm a better than average hand in the kitchen. I have Mahi Mahi for tonight, but I haven't decided how to cook it. I might fire up the grill. I might poach it, cut it into little cubes, and toss it in pasta.
I think I have everything I need to take the math placement test. I've reviewed up to the last point I can actually remember previously leaning anything, and I suspect it won't do me much good anyway. I'm already tired and resentful of the placement test taking up time I could be writing, so screw it, I'm taking it on Wednesday and getting it over with.
I'd take it tomorrow, but tomorrow is That Day, and I suspect I might not be in a good place to take a test. I've been thinking a lot about That Day ten years ago, and the weeks afterward. I wish I wouldn't, but the brain has other ideas. I plan to ignore the news tomorrow. I might try to write. I might sit very still in a chair and stare off into space. I might pet the cat. I might wax the ceiling. I might talk to you about it.
But I won't be taking a test.
In Deep Peace
Michael
careswen and I plan to brainstorm tonight on a title for that urban fantasy/cyberpunk piece I'm trying to get out the door. I know where the novel is going now, as it turns the corner and I start the second half. The next novel in line keeps yammering for attention, and I've two new short stories waiting to be written. At least that part of life is moving along. Last night's chicken enchiladas were a big hit. I forget sometimes that I'm a better than average hand in the kitchen. I have Mahi Mahi for tonight, but I haven't decided how to cook it. I might fire up the grill. I might poach it, cut it into little cubes, and toss it in pasta.
I think I have everything I need to take the math placement test. I've reviewed up to the last point I can actually remember previously leaning anything, and I suspect it won't do me much good anyway. I'm already tired and resentful of the placement test taking up time I could be writing, so screw it, I'm taking it on Wednesday and getting it over with.
I'd take it tomorrow, but tomorrow is That Day, and I suspect I might not be in a good place to take a test. I've been thinking a lot about That Day ten years ago, and the weeks afterward. I wish I wouldn't, but the brain has other ideas. I plan to ignore the news tomorrow. I might try to write. I might sit very still in a chair and stare off into space. I might pet the cat. I might wax the ceiling. I might talk to you about it.
But I won't be taking a test.
In Deep Peace
Michael
