How anticlimactic. After neglecting my other work for several days, not to mention the blog, in order to do my taxes, I find I have to file for an extension. An arcane problem with the reporting on a retirement account, which will require an even more arcane solution. (And time.) Blast. Frak. Whatever.
I think I should take up juggling. I’ve got a new piece of consulting-editing work to do (algebra, data analysis—how exciting, I can hear you say), and I’m running somewhat behind schedule on the novelization. I’m up to about page 80 on the manuscript, which is projected at about 400 pages. Lessee—I’m 43 minutes into a 3-hour miniseries (4 hours, minus the commercials), which means….. (don’t rush me, I’m thinking) …………………. I’m not quite one-fourth of the way through the story.
Better get cracking.
Norton
Algebra, data analysis? How exciting! Sounds like
my job. I just hope the reviewers don’t interpret
my work as SF!
Jeffrey A. Carver
Heh-heh. That’s the difference between your employer and mine, Norton. (Well, one of mine, anyway.)
Does this run in the family? Your daughter left a note on my daughter’s blog, asking what it takes for something to be science fiction.
Norton
Could be! Her interest must have been piqued by the SF writing contest you advertised.