Primordial Ooze
Oct. 3rd, 2004 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonSo I think I've finally dragged myself back out of the slime of this cold I've had all week. Nasty, nasty, nasty one. I only managed a half day at work for the entire week and my sick leave is gone, gone, gone. I finally turned a corner yesterday and felt like a human being again, but my energy levels are still a bit on the low side. Still, it's nice to have rejoined the human race.
As a consequence, not much writing done except for the stray LJ comment and email here and there. Wednesday I started to feel a little perky and decided to read through a story that's just about as tight as I can make it. I've been editing it on and off for three years now—sending it out and each time it comes back and finding more to fiddle with—but still had gotten it down to only 9.5k. I think it truly is a novelette, not a short story, precious little left to fiddle even after trunking it for six months and getting some perspective. But I did think perhaps I could get rid of that extra 500 words (since they weren't 500 exactly but just over 300 in truth, rounded up to the nearest 500). That would open up a couple of more markets for it. I did manage to get it down to 9k and felt so perky I sent it off to one of those markets. I suspect it will be nolove, but what the hell? It definitely isn't getting published in the trunk.
And I thought if I felt good enough for that, I really should be going back to work and went in Thursday. It shortly became apparent to everyone that was a bad idea. I slunk home again with my tail between my legs and had a bit of a relapse. But yesterday, I actually ventured out and still felt okay and although I was real tired when I got home, no longer felt like slime. And I still feel unslimelike today. So, huzzah.
I hate this intimation of mortality. I usually bounce back quickly from stuff, and when I don't it starts to feel like I'll never feel human again.
When I get back to work tomorrow, I start packing up the office for the big move to the new building. Hmmmm...Maybe I'm feeling sick again. :-) Nope, no no no—anything's better than the primordial ooze.
On another note: Boyfriend and Girlfriend upstairs did not move out at the end of September as Yuri said they would. No only did they wake me up having raucous sex Friday October 1 (actually early Saturday October 2), but at 8 a.m. Saturday she woke me up stomping around in her clodhopper shoes as she does every Saturday morning. She also came in and stomped around just before 3 this morning and was up again at 8:30 for more stomping. *sigh* Either Yuri lied to me (always a possibility) or was mistaken (also always a possibility) or B&G got an extension on their eviction (seems unlikely). As long as my You Know (which I don't want to name for superstitious fear of causing it to happen) doesn't get broken into again, I can live with this, but I think I need to have another talk with Yuri and give him the opportunity to lie to me again.
Life—it's a beautiful alternative.
As a consequence, not much writing done except for the stray LJ comment and email here and there. Wednesday I started to feel a little perky and decided to read through a story that's just about as tight as I can make it. I've been editing it on and off for three years now—sending it out and each time it comes back and finding more to fiddle with—but still had gotten it down to only 9.5k. I think it truly is a novelette, not a short story, precious little left to fiddle even after trunking it for six months and getting some perspective. But I did think perhaps I could get rid of that extra 500 words (since they weren't 500 exactly but just over 300 in truth, rounded up to the nearest 500). That would open up a couple of more markets for it. I did manage to get it down to 9k and felt so perky I sent it off to one of those markets. I suspect it will be nolove, but what the hell? It definitely isn't getting published in the trunk.
And I thought if I felt good enough for that, I really should be going back to work and went in Thursday. It shortly became apparent to everyone that was a bad idea. I slunk home again with my tail between my legs and had a bit of a relapse. But yesterday, I actually ventured out and still felt okay and although I was real tired when I got home, no longer felt like slime. And I still feel unslimelike today. So, huzzah.
I hate this intimation of mortality. I usually bounce back quickly from stuff, and when I don't it starts to feel like I'll never feel human again.
When I get back to work tomorrow, I start packing up the office for the big move to the new building. Hmmmm...Maybe I'm feeling sick again. :-) Nope, no no no—anything's better than the primordial ooze.
On another note: Boyfriend and Girlfriend upstairs did not move out at the end of September as Yuri said they would. No only did they wake me up having raucous sex Friday October 1 (actually early Saturday October 2), but at 8 a.m. Saturday she woke me up stomping around in her clodhopper shoes as she does every Saturday morning. She also came in and stomped around just before 3 this morning and was up again at 8:30 for more stomping. *sigh* Either Yuri lied to me (always a possibility) or was mistaken (also always a possibility) or B&G got an extension on their eviction (seems unlikely). As long as my You Know (which I don't want to name for superstitious fear of causing it to happen) doesn't get broken into again, I can live with this, but I think I need to have another talk with Yuri and give him the opportunity to lie to me again.
Life—it's a beautiful alternative.
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Date: 2004-10-04 02:21 am (UTC)