Monday, November 29, 2004

Nov. 29 Part III

Spent far too many hours this afternoon reorganizing and filing. I sort of made a dent, but not enough of one. When I get my Dream Office, I’m going to have to organize my research files by century – 17th Century, 18th Century, etc., or I’ll never find anything. Straight alpha files will only work for so long. They’re barely working as it is.

Reviewed two short stories for the KIC mag slush pile and edited four articles. So I think I’m all caught up.

Snuck in a bit of work on Tapestry.

I wanted to work on notes for Clock, but think I’m too tired. Also playing around with ideas for the next round of short stories, but not sure which way I’ll go yet.

Was half-way through 24 column ideas for a new column proposal when I stopped myself. I’m spread thinly enough now, and the only new projects I can take on right now need to have large dollar signs attached. I managed a wide variety of credits in a wide variety of genres over the past year, and now it’s time to take the next step up the financial ladder with it. I need to think in terms of business and cost-effectiveness for the next few months. Not to the extent I become an asshole, but just enough to be smart.

My eyes hurt too much to continue working on the computer, so I think I’ll call it a night. I have to gear up for dealing with Manhattan tomorrow.

I should have updated the websites before Mercury turns retrograde, and I didn’t. So I don’t know if I dare risk it this week or just let them sit for three more weeks. I don’t want to do something irreparable harm.

Oh, yeah, I nearly set fire to the kitchen curtains, although I had small candles enclosed in jars far away from them. I’m still not sure how that happened, but very grateful I simply have three brown, ragged holes in the sheers, rather than the entire room going up in flames. I’m overly cautious when it comes to the candles, so it’s a mystery. Not only would that have been awful on every conceivable level, the local fire department would never let me live it down. They’re still teasing me about a kitchen fire two years ago.



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