derien | book #10

So, I slept til 10AM, finished reading "Persuasion," did some dishes, and picked at my story a bit. I find that I'm anxious to post the next couple of chapters, even though I said I would do them at month-long intervals. I mean... they're done. And I want to be done thinking about them. But there's going to come a point when what you've read will catch up with what I've written, and that point will come all the sooner if I post more quickly. But although I dread that point in time, I'm also eager for it. Somehow it seems right that the feedback I get might hopefully be used right away. Still, you ought to dread it, as I'm sure that at that point there's going to be what feels like a huge huge lag in the story for a while, as I catch up again.

Timesheets are this week, at work, but I don't even feel up to driving out there, let alone did I feel up to working, which I'd have felt they'd expect if I managed to drive out there.

Today's chicken stock soup was mostly corn meal, with a stalk of celery and an egg. And salt, pepper, cumin, garlic, paprika, chili... I likes my spices. I wasn't particularly hungry, but I figured I should have something. Mostly just been pushing fluids.