I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sunday at the races

The tree is decorated. The last deer that needed rewiring (that I'm going to do this year) is finished and installed. Kittens are petted, feed, and watered. Edits are edited. All that isn't done is Chapter 38.

This past week was excellent crazy, including a late in the week meeting that sucked up much of Thursday night. So not much happened by the end of the week. I keep telling myself that once this is done we have two chapters of action (which I think I'm pretty good at, or at least they come out easy) and then wrapping it all up.

But this is the Holiday week. And we also add in getting the car a new timing belt, spark plugs, a valve job, and the other things that a car with over 110,000 miles needs which will necessitate a reverse Chinese Fire Drill with the cars. And then there's also the high probability of the "ZOMG! We forgot and need all this work done by Xmas." Like what happened last week with the people who have some modicum of planning skills.

And then we wrap up the week with, well let's just say a somewhat normal holiday experience. Which means massive craziness and discombobulation. Just an old fashion Christmas. Which means not a lot of time to write. However that can always change on a moment's notice. Which is why it's good to be prepared. My goal is still to be done with the first draft by the end of the year.

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