May Need More Coffee
Dec. 15th, 2011 09:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseI may need to put another pot on this morning. It seems like it really wants to be one of THOSE DAYS. I was awakened from a lovely dream about flying to ice and snow on the car. I bundled out only to discover that the ice wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. The car doors, of course, froze a bit. They always do this with the slightest amount of provocation. It's irritating.
Got Shawn to work and Mason to school. As we headed to school, I realized that some people were already having a MUCH worse day than I was, because we saw a stranded school bus on Kellogg near John Ireland Boulevard. Mason and I talked a long time about cascading bad luck, because not only were the kids who were in the bus going to be late, but all the kids waiting on the bus were going to be wondering what was going on... AND on top of that the bus and its tow truck were taking up one whole lane on Kellogg which mean traffic was backing up on to highway 94 and all the way down to University Avenue.
That made me realize that no matter how rough things were this morning, a lot of people were having it a lot worse.
And although Mason had to do some of his homework in the car this morning, we managed to get it done exactly by the first bell at 8:10 am. We found out that today is International Herding Cats day from the gym teacher, who always keeps us abreast of such things, and Mason remembered to bring in the Multiplication Rock DVD for Mr. G. as well as a copy of one of the Captain Underpants book for one of the other teachers to borrow.
So, you know, even though it's gray and I'm stiff from not having gone to kuk sool wan all week (we WILL GO tonight, dang it!), as we say here in Minnesota, "can't complain."
I had a really great time yesterday at the Women of Wyrdsmith's regular Wednesday gathering.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naomikritzer talked me off the bridge about the editoral letter I got for Tate's most recent WiP, and Eleanor bought me a mocha because I did the "agenting" work of printing out a story of hers and stuffing it into an envelope (which was subsequently bought by the editor we sent it to.) I even got a bit of revision work done, and am starting to see how I can make the book work the way my editor wants it to (mostly, anyway, and that's all a person can do,) We left a bit early because naomikritzer had an errand to do, and some guy was setting up a keyboard. I was a little nervous about him because he had a giant cross around his neck, kind of ganster for such a skinny white boy with a Jesus beard.
Speaking of Jesus, it just happened that, once again, as we were quietly working on our various writing projects, we overheard two women discussing their personal relationship with Jesus. As I confessed to Eleanor and Naomi, it's a terrible impluse, but something about overhearing that sort of talk always makes me want to start talking loudly about my personal relationship with Satan. In that spirit the three of us protelitized to each other about various non-Chrisitan miracles we'd witnessed, including the miricle of the Great Fish (you'll have to ask Eleanor about this at the next con you see her at. It's awesome,) and my funny experience of corrupting the famous line about how god is "inordinately fond of beetles" yesterday morning to include the Goddess' fondness for creepy-crawlies.
This is a lot how my Wednesday writers' hang-out usually goes. Plus, of course, we gossip wickedly about our fellow Wyrdsmiths and other writers we know or have heard of in SF/F. It's probably the biggest highlight of my week, most times.
Today is my busy day. I'm going off to volunteer -- now at 1:30 pm -- to Mr. G.'s class, and will be staying until the end of the day. I offered that he might need someone to help herd cats with boots and coats and such. Perhaps I will be useless, but I'm determined to do whatever I can.
All right. I guess I should get working!
Got Shawn to work and Mason to school. As we headed to school, I realized that some people were already having a MUCH worse day than I was, because we saw a stranded school bus on Kellogg near John Ireland Boulevard. Mason and I talked a long time about cascading bad luck, because not only were the kids who were in the bus going to be late, but all the kids waiting on the bus were going to be wondering what was going on... AND on top of that the bus and its tow truck were taking up one whole lane on Kellogg which mean traffic was backing up on to highway 94 and all the way down to University Avenue.
That made me realize that no matter how rough things were this morning, a lot of people were having it a lot worse.
And although Mason had to do some of his homework in the car this morning, we managed to get it done exactly by the first bell at 8:10 am. We found out that today is International Herding Cats day from the gym teacher, who always keeps us abreast of such things, and Mason remembered to bring in the Multiplication Rock DVD for Mr. G. as well as a copy of one of the Captain Underpants book for one of the other teachers to borrow.
So, you know, even though it's gray and I'm stiff from not having gone to kuk sool wan all week (we WILL GO tonight, dang it!), as we say here in Minnesota, "can't complain."
I had a really great time yesterday at the Women of Wyrdsmith's regular Wednesday gathering.
naomikritzer talked me off the bridge about the editoral letter I got for Tate's most recent WiP, and Eleanor bought me a mocha because I did the "agenting" work of printing out a story of hers and stuffing it into an envelope (which was subsequently bought by the editor we sent it to.) I even got a bit of revision work done, and am starting to see how I can make the book work the way my editor wants it to (mostly, anyway, and that's all a person can do,) We left a bit early because naomikritzer had an errand to do, and some guy was setting up a keyboard. I was a little nervous about him because he had a giant cross around his neck, kind of ganster for such a skinny white boy with a Jesus beard.Speaking of Jesus, it just happened that, once again, as we were quietly working on our various writing projects, we overheard two women discussing their personal relationship with Jesus. As I confessed to Eleanor and Naomi, it's a terrible impluse, but something about overhearing that sort of talk always makes me want to start talking loudly about my personal relationship with Satan. In that spirit the three of us protelitized to each other about various non-Chrisitan miracles we'd witnessed, including the miricle of the Great Fish (you'll have to ask Eleanor about this at the next con you see her at. It's awesome,) and my funny experience of corrupting the famous line about how god is "inordinately fond of beetles" yesterday morning to include the Goddess' fondness for creepy-crawlies.
This is a lot how my Wednesday writers' hang-out usually goes. Plus, of course, we gossip wickedly about our fellow Wyrdsmiths and other writers we know or have heard of in SF/F. It's probably the biggest highlight of my week, most times.
Today is my busy day. I'm going off to volunteer -- now at 1:30 pm -- to Mr. G.'s class, and will be staying until the end of the day. I offered that he might need someone to help herd cats with boots and coats and such. Perhaps I will be useless, but I'm determined to do whatever I can.
All right. I guess I should get working!