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sing a song of sundry
Jun. 16th, 2006 10:18 amHighlights from the dreaming last night included being on a tech repair crew in the middle of a battle, working on fixing key field machineries in a besieged Atlantis-like city, already half-submerged, while being shelled; the crew included a lovely woman in a wide-brimmed avacado-green hat and matching earrings, quite deft with her tools as she kept a wary eye on how close the bombs were coming while also checking a diagram for repairs; another crew member commented on the fact that we hadn't been briefed on this particular machine, hence the diagram...then a big metal container expanded outward prepatory to exploding and we all ducked for cover. It exploded, casting out two figures, one of them an engineered sort, with goggles over her eyes, including a third over her third eye, and some water breathing genes in her makeup, allowing her to reach those portions of the city already submerged more easily than we could...
I've switched over to my summer job hours, for however much longer I'm at this job, coming in early while it's still less than hellishly hot out, and doing my writing hours in the afternoon, 3-6-ish.
Spent yesterday at home, however, with the bad guts; worked on the revising whenever I wasn't indisposed; it's been like treading sludge, this revision, and I've finally issued myself an ultimatum (along with a small list of questions that must be answered re the story): finish this by the end of writing hours Sunday, which gives me today and Sunday's hours, or scrap it and move on to something else. So, there.
Whenever I'm not searching for a job, applying for one, or going to an interview, I am in denial about the whole thing.
I know they are busy, but I hate that agents and editors make me feel like an annoying supplicant by not answering email or phone calls, even though they've talked with me previously, know me, have asked to see my work...I hate having to send emails or call multiple times when I get no response and wait months and months...beh. I hate feeling like I'm being annoying, hate it, but it's my responsibility to nudge when the months go by, right? beh.
We got a bit of rain this morning and may get more of the lovely stuff tomorrow.
I've switched over to my summer job hours, for however much longer I'm at this job, coming in early while it's still less than hellishly hot out, and doing my writing hours in the afternoon, 3-6-ish.
Spent yesterday at home, however, with the bad guts; worked on the revising whenever I wasn't indisposed; it's been like treading sludge, this revision, and I've finally issued myself an ultimatum (along with a small list of questions that must be answered re the story): finish this by the end of writing hours Sunday, which gives me today and Sunday's hours, or scrap it and move on to something else. So, there.
Whenever I'm not searching for a job, applying for one, or going to an interview, I am in denial about the whole thing.
I know they are busy, but I hate that agents and editors make me feel like an annoying supplicant by not answering email or phone calls, even though they've talked with me previously, know me, have asked to see my work...I hate having to send emails or call multiple times when I get no response and wait months and months...beh. I hate feeling like I'm being annoying, hate it, but it's my responsibility to nudge when the months go by, right? beh.
We got a bit of rain this morning and may get more of the lovely stuff tomorrow.
