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Finished up the program I was working on at work. It actually turned out pretty nifty. I put a few more bells and whistles on the final product than my end user requested, and she’s very pleased with them (and me).

Y’know, as sick as it sounds, I actually like programming. I start out with some task that needs to be accomplished, and then when I’m done, I’ve created this nifty new tool that does it.

Although I could use fewer days like yesterday where I was so sucked into fixing up my program that I didn’t even stop for lunch . . .

On writing:

Less warm-glowies on that front. I’ve hit a wall. Every new paragraph I crank out feels like I’m pulling teeth. And when I re-read what I have managed to force out, I’m disheartened by the level of crapitude I’m producing. Argh.

Slut-bitch-whore muse. Grr.

My brain is sludge. Work hard. Spent the whole day programming and debugging and I’m feeling cross-eyed and dazed from it.

So, here’s something pretty to look at:

Which ArchAngel are you most like?
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Gabriel. You’re most like the ArchAngel of Communication, in charge of things like telephones, libraries, internet, and the 411 phone menu. You’re organised and are not shy about inflicting that organisation on others.

Sunday. I have to go back to work tomorrow. Sigh.

I ought to be working on that Halloween story right now, but I’ve got this skunk sprawled out on my lap, and he looks so comfy, I hate to move him. I am, once again, pinned by a five pound animal.

We rented and watched Shadow of the Vampire last night. Our first official Halloween movie of the season, hurray!

Argh. That’s it. I’m procrastinating and I need to stop. I’m going to brew up a big ole pot of tea and write . . .

Currently, Hobkin is curled up in my lap, snoozing. But his head is right on the edge of my thigh, and I have to keep a hand on the back of his neck or his little head slides off and he ends up with his head lolling backwards. He doesn’t seem to mind, but I don’t see how that could possibly be comfortable. So, I’m trying to type with one hand.

We decided that it was worth it, so we broke down and actually bought the Nero Burning Rom 5.5 software yesterday. Internet price comparison good. We found a place that’s having a sale at $14.95, w/free S&H. This is software that retails for $69.95. Good deal.

Matthew and I watched Sugar and Spice last night, which was surprisingly good. Nothing deep, nothing meaningful, but silly and fun. I laughed right out loud.

Despite the fact that it’s not quite October, we’ve started the Halloween festivities. We bought these “break and bake” sugar cookies that have these little candy pumpkins, ghosts, and bat candy pieces sprinkled over them, and baked up a batch last night. Mmmm. Halloween sugar cookies. And we’re getting out the Halloween decorations this weekend. I love Halloween! This year’ll be an interesting trick. We’ll need to figure out a way to display all the decorations, while at the same time keeping them out of reach of an intrepid skunkling.

1200 words unto my Halloween story. Huzzah. Happy dancing. I’m writing again!

And we’re going to swing by the Science Fiction and Mystery Bookshop later this afternoon.

Major headache, popped some Extra Strength Excedrin and slamming mugs of Empress of China tea, so if the analgesics don’t get it, the caffeine will.

Got a note from one of the people in my writer’s group. It’s unsubstantiated rumor currently, but the source is dependable. He knows Warren Lapine (well, so do I, but I think he knows him better).

From his email:

“DNA Publications. Rumor has it they’ve been sending around flyers saying that they’re having financial trouble, and if they don’t get enough new subscribers, they’re going to have to cut two of their magazines.

“This, as far as I’m concerned, would be *disastrous* to the semi-pro publishing field. DNA has done spectacular things, and I’m betting that if they cut two magazines, it’d be Mythic Delirium–the only SF poetry magazine in existence these days–and Fantastic Stories”

AGH! DNA publications is the bastion of solid up-and-coming genre publishing. For people who don’t know them, their stable of magazines includes:
Weird Tales, Dreams of Decadence, Absolute Magnitude, Fantastic Stories, Science Fiction Chronicle, and Mythic Delirium. They also recently purchased Whole Cat, a non-genre, holistic cat fancier publication.

Buy magazines, people! Support genre publishing. Ack.

The state of the publishing industry = depressing.

So, last night during my DC2K writers group chat, we decided on a new challenge: Write a Halloween story by 10/17. This challenge has caught my imagination (Halloween is my second favorite holiday of the year–and before I met Matthew, it was my very favoritest), so I’ve already started on it. I’m about 500 words in, and now I’m pondering where I want it to go. I’m pleased to be creating something new again. Nice musey musey musey.

Hobkin’s a fuzzy lump on my lap. Need to get the camera up and going again. Prime cute moments have missed their opportunity to be captured unto perpetuity. Fortunately, he keeps raising the cuteness bar, so I think we’re good.

And hey, I just discovered that the LJ community LJdrama appears to have been suspended. Okay, it was a guilty, evil pleasure. But why was it suspended? Bummer.

Matthew and I watched Monsters, Inc. last night. The Blockbuster (hiss) around the corner runs these “Rent 10 movies for $25 and get a free DVD.” If you do the math, you’ll see that it’s a pretty sweet deal. Last time we did it, the free movie was Shrek. This time, it’s Monsters, Inc.. Go, Pixar! The next one will be Spiderman, but, quite frankly, I don’t think we’ll go for that one. Neither of us were big enough fans of Spiderman to feel impelled to own it, plus by that time, I think we’ll be scraping the barrel for movies we want to rent.

I’m feeling much better now (said in that spooky voice from the little girl in Sixth Sense). Ready to take on the world. Or, lounge around and watch movies with Matthew and Hobkin.

Had a nice relaxing day yesterday, napping and lying about. Matthew went out and rented Serendipity (at my instigation) and then we camped out on the couch, with popcorn and warm drinks, and watched it while Hobkin lounged on top of us.

Twas a flawed movie. Fun, but I’m glad we didn’t pay money to see it in the theater. Very predictable, with more than its share of sap, but a good “Eugie’s sick” sort of film.

I’m on the mend. I decided to take another day off from work. Just going to take it easy and cruise into the weekend.

Hoping that I’ll be well enough by Saturday to make a trip into town to the Science Fiction and Mystery Bookshop.

Also got a note back from Jane Jewell at the SFWA. She’s expediting my membership application. Looks like I squeaked enough to get some oil.

And got a note from Planet Relish. They’re looking for a fiction editor and I sent a note to them saying I’d be interested in their consideration. It’s a volunteer position (“for now,” they said) and a semi-pro webzine, but it looks like it’d be good experience. Not to mention fun. They sent a questionnaire to all their applicants and from the answers I sent back, I’m short-listed on their “to call” list. It’s nice, for a change, not to feel stressed about an interview. I’d like this opportunity, but it is unpaid and would take up a huge amount of my time, so if I don’t get it, there’s plenty of argument for “it’s for the best.”

Me sick. Staying home.

But I liked Buffy last night. Except, um, is the redness of Willow’s hair like a litmus strip measuring how “earth-mother magic” she is versus how evil she is? It was pretty, but veering into the anime color scheme . . .

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Just got this letter in the mail today. For all you Atlanta locals, try to swing by the book store and give it a little business. It’s the best SF genre book store in the city. It would be a real shame if it had to shut down!

Well, this day has sucked. Nothing major, nothing dire. Just a bunch of little things, all work related. From system problems, waiting for an essential project person to call me who never did, to being asked to do something really tedious while I wait for him to get back to me, everything’s just piled up and left me feeling crappy.

Grr.

And now I really don’t feel like going to dance class. More than anything in the world, I just want to go home and squeeze husband and skunk. I know that once I got to my class, I’d probably enjoy it. And I know I need the exercise. But I’m going to give in to my inner crapitude and skip out on it in liu of hubby and Hobkin huggins.

Again.

Sigh. It’s the season premiere of Buffy:tVS tonight. Hurray?