Monday Mroning
Nov. 8th, 2004 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseThe week begins with a fine random spam subject line: "anus manor". Which sounds like a pron version of Masterpiece Theare. "I am Lord Reamer of Anus Manor. Please follow my manservant Diddler to your quarters." "Sir! The dogs have gotten into your guest's quarters and wrecked 'em" "Into his rectum? Good God! Call for Doctor Protor immediately!"
I've been working hard, but it's been good. Our book has hit a new snag (no surprise) as the editor has taken further liberites with the text, making significant changes to previously approved sections of text and sending them along to me to typeset without running them by sister, who is only the author of the book! So I sent off a terse squib in which I wrote that I do not expect to see any more marked-up pages until the text has been approved by both of them. Stop wasting my time.
In lieu of graphics work on the book, I've gone into final mix stage on the audio portion of the project and I have mixes of all 15 songs. It was very satisfying work.
And did I say I was writing a fanfic? It's just a nasty rumour! And I didn't work until 1 a.m. Friday and Saturday nights on it. Okay, if it's true that I'm wasting my time on this while I should be working on my comic book, then it would also be true that I'm really enjoying writing prose again for the first time in ages. Also if it were true, then it would also be true that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
appelle told me it isn't a waste of time anytime a creative bug hits you and you should honour the impulse.
I am loving November so far. Today was the first day I needed ear protection on my ride in, but the sun is glorious and the air is sweet. I hate coming into the heated air after all that oxygen. Yesterday, after dropping off a few copies of my dad's CD at a Jewish book store on Eglinton, Snake and I walked the dog home through the beltline ravine and savoured the life flowing yet through our veins.
There is hope.
I've been working hard, but it's been good. Our book has hit a new snag (no surprise) as the editor has taken further liberites with the text, making significant changes to previously approved sections of text and sending them along to me to typeset without running them by sister, who is only the author of the book! So I sent off a terse squib in which I wrote that I do not expect to see any more marked-up pages until the text has been approved by both of them. Stop wasting my time.
In lieu of graphics work on the book, I've gone into final mix stage on the audio portion of the project and I have mixes of all 15 songs. It was very satisfying work.
And did I say I was writing a fanfic? It's just a nasty rumour! And I didn't work until 1 a.m. Friday and Saturday nights on it. Okay, if it's true that I'm wasting my time on this while I should be working on my comic book, then it would also be true that I'm really enjoying writing prose again for the first time in ages. Also if it were true, then it would also be true that
appelle told me it isn't a waste of time anytime a creative bug hits you and you should honour the impulse.I am loving November so far. Today was the first day I needed ear protection on my ride in, but the sun is glorious and the air is sweet. I hate coming into the heated air after all that oxygen. Yesterday, after dropping off a few copies of my dad's CD at a Jewish book store on Eglinton, Snake and I walked the dog home through the beltline ravine and savoured the life flowing yet through our veins.
There is hope.
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Date: 2004-11-08 07:42 am (UTC)