Okay, apparently later == tomorrow.

Still gloomy and crummy out. Blah. Chris leaves this evening for Seattle (back Saturday morning). Blah.
You know, I try very hard not to complain, and I think I'm doing okay at it. But I'm really getting worn out by this. It would be one thing if we actually had started seeing money from it, but we haven't yet, because it's all commissions on sales. Not that we /need/ that money either. But any carrot makes something worthwhile.

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Writing is going ... not so well at the moment, either. Bah. Yesterday was a complete waste. Jacky's not talking to me about what happens next with him and Allanna. I've tried plying him with sex and treats (because, well, the sooner I finish the pesky middle part the sooner we get on to the sex and treats) but he ignores me. Ross is as usual being pissy and annoying. It's not my fault he got picked up for a bar fight in Cleveland and has to go through court appointed counselling. If he wouldn't be so sensitive about it all. Really. And I'm just getting started here.
Maybe another apologia post is in order. Yeah. I think I'll do that, it worked last time.

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I am a Spiraling addict these past few days. Check out 'Transmitter' here.

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Also finished the first two volumes of Love Hina. Manga is just as addictive as regular graphic novels. At least I found a place where they sell pretty much any books or music or movies comparatively cheaply. (Alibris, in case you were wondering.)

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Alright, coffee's here, and I have some people to apologise to, otherwise they won't cooperate with me.

Abort, Retry, Ignore?

I think everyone Allanna comes in contact with outside of her home planet tries, at some point, to teach her to use a computer. And Stephen is no exception. Problem is that she just doesn't like them, and she can't seem to make them understand that fact.
This totally did not end like I expected, but ... ah well. :-D
( One lovely Boston Sunday morning ... )

Sugar and spice and everything nice (drabblemania - salt)

"There." Allanna slid the pie in the oven and nodded to herself decisively. "Excellent. Now for the whipped cream." Pouring the cream into the large chilled metal bowl from the stand mixer, she heard a thump and a cry from outside and winced.

"'Lanna..." Audra came into the kitchen, tears running down her face. "I tripped on the driveway an' hurted myself."

"Oh, you poor thing." Allanna knelt down beside her and inspected the child's bloody knee. "Let me fix it for you, angel." She remembered the cream, and sighed. She didn't want to leave it out too long - the bowl was nice and chilled properly, and it was so humid, but the scrape was rather bad ... "Jack, darling, can you come here a second?"
( This is where things start to go wrong. )

*worry*

Worrying will now commence.
(Yes, I'm fine. I'm just worried.)