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And yet... no story!
Oct. 4th, 2007 11:08 amLe Sigh. Le Blah. Le hmmm. Got back from Eureka Springs bout 5:30ish yesterday all full of creative stuff until I decided that I needed to read the story (Cantata) so that I would have a better idea of where I needed to take it. It's not a bad story, and in places I had to go "I wrote that?" Unfortunately, once I was done, Pushing Daisies was on, and I had to watch that. cute lil odd show and it make me go "I wish I had written that!". It had the flavor I like to put in to my StoryTeller stories. Impossible odds, improbable events, love lives on. Then I watched 'Evidence of Life' on NBC. Another interesting character study. Other than that, the night is pretty much a blur. Creativity out the window.
Tonight is pub night. There will be pie and the continuation of the celebration of Tim's birthday. Why not. No rule that a birthday is celebrated just once. Every day, we get a year older.
Bout to go to work today. Realized I had no handmixer for the chocolate silk pie I had promised the waitress at PB. Ran and picked on up. I prefer whisks, just cuz, but I don't have a whisk that would have put the proper amount of air into the filling. I think it turned out ok doke, though, all in all.
It's one of those days when I could have just slept, Bill. I know wot you mean. There's days when I wish I could just go home, and there's days when I miss that starship. Good thing them days are getting fewer and farther between.
Hopefully, I'll feel more of the Muse tonight. I also miss writing, which is a shorthand to saying I miss what my brain is like when I'm writing. Firing on all 12s like an old Rolls Royce. Aw well... I'll get back there.
Tonight is pub night. There will be pie and the continuation of the celebration of Tim's birthday. Why not. No rule that a birthday is celebrated just once. Every day, we get a year older.
Bout to go to work today. Realized I had no handmixer for the chocolate silk pie I had promised the waitress at PB. Ran and picked on up. I prefer whisks, just cuz, but I don't have a whisk that would have put the proper amount of air into the filling. I think it turned out ok doke, though, all in all.
It's one of those days when I could have just slept, Bill. I know wot you mean. There's days when I wish I could just go home, and there's days when I miss that starship. Good thing them days are getting fewer and farther between.
Hopefully, I'll feel more of the Muse tonight. I also miss writing, which is a shorthand to saying I miss what my brain is like when I'm writing. Firing on all 12s like an old Rolls Royce. Aw well... I'll get back there.
