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Waiting for Godot, the electrician.
I sent a manuscript off yesterday, which was good, and I would’ve liked to have swung into another one today. Probably the edits on the last of the Cruel Stars novels. But I have an army of tradesmen heading my way. Some of it is cyclone-related. Guys coming out to do insurance work. And some of it is just kitchen maintenance. We’re replacing the oven after 20 years and the dishwasher after 5 or 6, which seems to be about as long as a dishwasher lasts these days.
The Bondsman looks terrible and great all at the same time.
Starts off looking like a southern gothic crime thriller starring a beat down Kevin Bacon as a gnarled bounty hunter…
Ok, you have my attention.
Goes sideways. Hard.
Clean up
Well, that was distracting.
I was doing pretty well until Alfred turned up.
I wrote about tweaking my workflow a little while ago—getting some real extra productivity out of my new dictation set up. Surprising how quickly that fell apart in the teeth of a cyclone. Not that it was much of a cyclone, really. More of a weird omni-storm that rolled in late and outstayed its welcome.
Cyclone snacks
Move along citizen, nothing to see here. Just a fucking cyclone about to slide sideways into my word cave. Probably on Thursday.
I do like the reserved tone of my weather here.