Visiting the Monk ~0)

…When I parked my truck at the bottom of the hill, looked upon the lengthy bit of uphill sidewalk I was going have to trek over to reach her apartment, something occurred to me.

Visiting Mari Adkins is akin to the hike up one of those Tibetan monasteries. It’s tough getting there, but once there, you’re sure to learn something about yourself.

Like I said, I’d parked the truck. I grab the manila envelop stuffed full of Apex #11, and wrapped my stubby fingers around the handles of three mugs. I got my door open and knuckled it locked.

Thus began the journey…

When doing line edits on a book-length manuscript (we’re talking 344 pages here – at least), always type as you go. At least that was always my hard and fast rule. I’d do the edits on the hardcopy, then type them in when I reached the end of each chapter. I didn’t do that with Heir. For some ungodly, twisted reason, I worked my way through the entire manuscript. Now it’s sitting here in clips waiting to be typed in. :smash: I knocked out 20 pages tonight, but still…I know better. I totally and completely know better. Someone please remind me of this when I get to Elders, please? :warped:

[I originally posted this to my original LiveJournal and drag it back out every year...]

Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
2:25 pm – Christmas Rant

Okay, so I’m sitting here on AIM chatting with a friend of mine about a week before Christmas, and everything was trundling along fine and dandy until we actually started chatting about Christmas. And honestly, I don’t know why this has given me the anxiety that it has, but it has – even though it shouldn’t have. Maybe because I’ve had too many things going on in my life all at once again. Or something.

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They’re in the middle column, about halfway down. :D