N years ago

We moved home on October 8, 2003, and as a result I have the urge to do one of those "what I was doing N years ago" memes. With quotes from journals once I have them.

( starting with 25 years ago (no journal for that) )

Sometimes when people do these looks back, they speculate about N years from now. But I'm always on about how SF writers aren't in the business of predicting the future, so I don't feel any obligation to do that. Anyway -- I'm glad to be home, and I expect I'll continue to be glad to be here for the duration. Even last year when I was so sick, I was glad to be sick here instead of somewhere else. This is where I belong.

Troublesome things, brains.

I have just discovered that I was holding two mutually exclusive and equally firm plans for the middle of tomorrow in my head.

Uff da.

Happily only one of them involves another person, so I can let the other shift to a different part of the day. And happily I thought of it before I was in the middle of one without thinking of the other. But -- uff da.

I finished writing all but the bonus postcard fragment*, and it had the effect of making me excited to work on those stories. Which was a lot more what I had in mind when I signed on for this game, actually, but Sunday is my day off, so other than one phrasing correction, I closed all the files back up and went on to other things. Virtue, I am told, is its own reward. And I will be raring to go with the work in the morning, which is one of the reasons I take Sundays off in the first place. Every once in awhile I do know how to work this brain. And the surprises when I don't are well worth it.

*One of you is getting one who didn't ask for it, because she was working extremely hard and collapsing in a heap when I posted the entry, and I had an extra postcard from www.DonateLifeMN.org, so I took pity upon her. I would be willing to do this again, but not soon: I used part of a different work-in-progress for each postcard but one -- that is, two of you got bits of The True Tale of Carter Hall because it seemed apt -- which was kind of exhilirating but used rather a lot of M'ris-brain in a lot of different directions at once.