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So work today went from slow in the morning to busy in the afternoon to AAAAAAA around fourish followed by a good half hour of Utterly Bugfuck. At the end of it, I had all my work done, but my state of mind was of the "Yes, President Wilson, I will have another cup of pudding, but the lemurs really should renooberate their glycolysis" variety.

(You know that scene near the end of Real Genius where one guy just stands up and starts screaming? That.)

I got out at six, started walking towards South Station to head home, then stopped. Today was just too damned nice for me to go straight from one computer screen to another.

So I called [livejournal.com profile] thomascantor to inform him that I wouldn't be home for a while, then took a nice leisurely walk down to the waterfront, where I:
- found a spot to sit and watch the tide going out
- went "awww!" over the harbor seals at the Aquarium, one of whom had settled in on the rocks and kept yawning and almost rolling back into the water
- worked out more of the plot point the Muse had handed me last night*, to the point where I think it can fill in some of the blanker, duller bits
- asked the Ghost and Graveyards tour guides what they thought was the weirdest place in Boston, and got some answers that will require follow-up research
- found a beautiful fountain next to a rose garden
- discovered another great place to sit and watch the harbor for the next time I do this.

Yeah. It was a good day, lemurs and all.

*The fact that I hit myself in the eye with my hairbrush seconds after being handed this plot point only reinforces my conviction that the Muse's sense of humor is derived from slapstick and Daffy Duck cartoons. Not that I'm complaining.
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[livejournal.com profile] sigerson rules.

Why? Well, on top of all the other reasons, she had a hardcopy of my polished synopsis, which she has donated in the name of Keeping Her Sister Relatively Sane.

The freakout has been postponed. Carry on.

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Apr. 27th, 2006 10:47 pm
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7:15 PM - Arrive home, intending to 1) prepare several packets to send out to agents, 2) revise the two short stories that are almost ready to go out, 3) start in on new chapter, and 4) drink port and eat cheese.
7:25 - Finish checking email, etc.
7:30 - Go through agent list, work on queries.
7:50 - Check submission guidelines. Note down relevant facts. Set up printer for chapters, etc.
7:55 - Open up novel, nod approvingly. Open up synopsis.
7:58 - Realize synopsis is old, far-too-wordy version. Check other files in folder. Fail to locate updated synopsis.
8:05 - Reason that since one can remember carefully paring down and polishing synopsis, it must be on hard drive somewhere.
8:10 - Search through all old computer files for updated synopsis.
8:20 - Freak out.
8:35 - Calm down somewhat. Decide that spazzing for the rest of the evening will do no good. Prepare queries that can be sent without synopses, print out old synopsis.
8:40 - Realize blood pressure is still spiking when old synopsis is even glanced at.
8:45 - Watch part of Spirited Away in order to find much-needed serenity. Drink port. Eat cheese. Heave very long sigh and regain some perspective.
9:15 - Revise longer of two short stories.
10:20 - Ambush [livejournal.com profile] thomascantor and demand hug. Decide plan for tomorrow morning will involve rewriting synopsis from fragments of old one. Can make it much better.
11:00 - Post about all this to LiveJournal. Begin revision of second nearly-ready short story.
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Sitting in front of me is the scrawled-upon version of a story that needs revision and has needed revision for a long time.

Not the story my writers' group critted yesterday. The story they critted two months ago.

Only the power of hot Tang in a penguin mug can save me now.
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It's the busy season.

The department's three people down today (one on leave, one on ill-timed vacation, and one too sick).

Because several of us were in late, there was a backlog of work by the time everyone who was coming to work was at work.

The editorial department is shortstaffed too, meaning that several papers are going more slowly. That the editorial material comes in slowly does not change the ultimate deadline, though.

I had a large frothy cup of something from Starbucks in order to shift into overdrive and get it all done.

Several hours and at least seventy pages later, I can see the crash approaching. But I can also see the end of today's work.

Nope. No qualms about my decision to go. Not if I can escape this.

And now, I have to go stop the chipmunks from running around in my head.
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So, some of you may know that there's a Lord of the Rings exhibit at the Boston Museum of Science now. It opens tomorrow at midnight and features weapons, armor, costumes, and effects from the movies.

I got to go to the opening last night.

Why? Because I am Big Media. Fear Me!

No, really. The editor for one of the papers I work on got an invite and passed it on to me. So I got to go and get a little press kit and a badge that said "PRESS" and got to have [livejournal.com profile] thomascantor as my attache.

It ruled.

Things about the opening )

Things about the exhibit )

In conclusion: ruled.

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