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Thursday, August 15, 2002

I've updated the links list to add new LJs from Resonant (yay!!) and Beth H (yay!! with evil chortles). Beth seems to think she can start an LJ and then retreat back into the shrubbery. Nuh-UH. Dip your toe into the water, m'dear, and I shall seize it like a barracuda and haul you into the drink with all the rest of us.

Other than that, this is the entry of zero content. I'm throwing random garments in a bag and getting ready to hit the road for Chicago and VividCon. Anticipating many wonderful people, cool vids, and no sleep. Will be back next week!

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Tuesday, August 13, 2002

Dear god, is it ... <blinking mazedly> ... Tuesday?

Living in the State of Nature, as it were, without any external deadlines, timelines, or clock-or-calendar-based demands, is an interesting and instructive experience. I've discovered that, in such a state:

--I naturally gravitate toward getting up at 5, and going to bed at 9:30 or so. (Sad but true. I am a crashing bore.)

--Meals, as such, more or less vanish. There is much random munching of crackers, and eating of peanut butter from the jar, and drinking of beer at 11 a.m.

--I find myself attempting to visit the Government Center to renew my driver's license (a) a week and a half after it expired, and (b) on a Sunday afternoon. It's not like I have any idea what day it is, after all.

--It seems as if one has infinite time to accomplish all those tasks on the must-be-done-by-the-end-of-the-month checklist, and yet the days slide blurrily past, with very few tasks actually getting checked off.

--Taking three hours to follow out an infinitesimally minor bit of research seems entirely reasonable. Even if the two lines of dialogue which prompted the research end up getting cut.

--There really isn't any need to leave the house, after all, except for the occasional trip to stock up on crackers, peanut butter, hooch, and cigs.

I am, for most of life's normal purposes, wholly adrift. August is already kind of the Sargasso Sea of the year, and an August off work is even more becalmed and glassy-still. But at the same time, below the normal-life surface, the writing is pushing ahead, day after day, words and scenes slowly piling up. The story has taken over my head, and I live in it in a sort of thick, absorbed way, oblivious to life's externalities. I am blessedly free of moods--good moods, bad moods, whatever moods. Sometimes I feel like a machine, one that inputs coffee and cigarettes and peanut butter, and outputs sentences. Phone calls do not get returned, dishes pile up in the sink, while I sit and stare at the monitor and occasionally type, and the hours and days slide by.

It's going to be a hell of a shock to the system when I go to VividCon this weekend, and all of a sudden -- blam blam blam! schedule schedule schedule! vidshows panels people people people! Though I'm looking forward to it, I fear I may get a case of the bends.

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