I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
It’s Saturday after a busy, tiring week. I’d love to put up an intelligent post to balance the last few fairly brainless ones–but there’s no brain to help me with that. My new saying is I love my job–it’s August I hate. Because even though registration is going about as smoothly as registration can, I […]
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I’m too tired to both blog and do my 750 words (damn you, registration!), so have some of my 750 from yesterday. First, so i throw some words on this blog, and second, because it might be interesting, and third, so I remember because there’s something here I want to remember, I just can’t pick
I love my job and I want to keep it, but the more books I put out, the more I want to put out. I could put…oh, eight or so books out tomorrow if I were willing to do it with them full of mistakes and badly in need of polish. But, of course, I’m not
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So I shall not inflict. Instead, have an interesting (though brief) article about a rat that uses environmental poison for protection. Yeah, that’s all I got. Oh–and the news for those waiting that I uploaded the files to release His Faithful Squire in print! We’ll see how Createspace likes them. I have decided that I
That’s not sarcasm. I’m happy to say that I do indeed love my job. It’s the hours I hate. I’m not a morning person. The best job, timing-wise, I ever had was the one where I got up at noon, wandered into work at two in the afternoon, and made it home by one a.m.
Or at least a back-up brain. Please? At work I’ve long used the calendar function of old Outlook to remind me to do things, but I never got in the habit at home–one reason being that I don’t own that version at home. Recently I decided I needed the brain back-up, and started using reminders
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