The edited draft of the new book was returned to me yesterday, for further work; my new new editor had extra quibbles.
Um, three of them. Which took me about ten minutes, total rework time. Hee.
So that's gone, and I am about to head off into town and try to write something new, see if I can remember how that's done. I seem to have been rewriting for ever, and I am bored with it. I do still have more to do (including a short story that is unaccustomedly and actually short, but has come back with more pages of notes than this whole damn novel ever did, and I haven't the least notion what to do about it), but I want to splash awhile in the freshet of new words.
Also, I have a physio appointment, where I am expecting to be scolded. I am, um, rather stiff today, and my hand is tingling badly. I may have overdone things these last two days, despite having Mark around for the heavy hauling. Trouble is, of course, while I'm busy and active I don't feel the hand so much, so...
Anyway. There it is. And here I am, in a semi-reconstituted office, still with bare shelves and full boxes. I am, as we have established in earlier conversations, a hoarder. As
frumpo points out in a comment to yesterday's post, one of the things I apparently hoard is padded envelopes. I thought I just kept them for re-use, but I had not at all realised that I had quite this many; and it is true that the last year or two I have mostly been using new ones bought for the purpose, as being cleaner and easier and just nicer at both ends, both to send and to receive.
I could empty some boxes at a stroke, by disposing of all these accumulated Jiffies. But I don't want to just sling them away, when they are the definition of reusable. And there are no handy depots, where you can leave them for other people's use. I don't know what to do. Eep.
I shall go to town, where I won't have to think about it for a while.
ETA: just got another one. People send me things, y'know? In padded envelopes. And I am conditioned to open them with care, and...
And they can't even go into the recycling, mostly, because they're lined with bubble-wrap and even if I stripped that out the envelope is generally brown, and our recycling people take neither bubble-wrap nor brown envelopes. Sigh...
Um, three of them. Which took me about ten minutes, total rework time. Hee.
So that's gone, and I am about to head off into town and try to write something new, see if I can remember how that's done. I seem to have been rewriting for ever, and I am bored with it. I do still have more to do (including a short story that is unaccustomedly and actually short, but has come back with more pages of notes than this whole damn novel ever did, and I haven't the least notion what to do about it), but I want to splash awhile in the freshet of new words.
Also, I have a physio appointment, where I am expecting to be scolded. I am, um, rather stiff today, and my hand is tingling badly. I may have overdone things these last two days, despite having Mark around for the heavy hauling. Trouble is, of course, while I'm busy and active I don't feel the hand so much, so...
Anyway. There it is. And here I am, in a semi-reconstituted office, still with bare shelves and full boxes. I am, as we have established in earlier conversations, a hoarder. As
I could empty some boxes at a stroke, by disposing of all these accumulated Jiffies. But I don't want to just sling them away, when they are the definition of reusable. And there are no handy depots, where you can leave them for other people's use. I don't know what to do. Eep.
I shall go to town, where I won't have to think about it for a while.
ETA: just got another one. People send me things, y'know? In padded envelopes. And I am conditioned to open them with care, and...
And they can't even go into the recycling, mostly, because they're lined with bubble-wrap and even if I stripped that out the envelope is generally brown, and our recycling people take neither bubble-wrap nor brown envelopes. Sigh...
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Date: 2009-04-22 09:43 am (UTC)Oh God yes. The other week I got rid of about 50 of the damned things, some of which were compeltely unusable.
Your council recycling people need slapping for not taking brown paper.
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Date: 2009-04-22 10:18 pm (UTC)He's now on a raw diet, spoilt pup that he is, and absolutely adores it. He can't wait for his breakfast every morning and is healthier (and poops less) for it!
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Date: 2009-04-22 09:44 am (UTC)Yay on rewrites being complete. You rock.
Oh, and I just read The Garden. Wonderful. It kept me up till two a.m. (the marquis is underwhelmed by that bit). And how could you do that to Jake? Jake is lovely! I now need to read your entire back catalogue....
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Date: 2009-04-22 03:01 pm (UTC)Tick. Got one of those. It's full, alas...
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Date: 2009-04-22 09:50 am (UTC)Have you thought about offering your stash on uk.freecycle.org? We used it to get rid of the TV, VCR etc, but I've seen people offering all sort of random stuff including those polystyrene packaging peanuts.
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Date: 2009-04-22 03:14 pm (UTC)Enjoy working on something new. Feel better soon with your hand -- coming back from an injury can take awhile, and you hit those plateaus along the way.
Hey, when are you going to join Twitter? I'm @DevonEllington.
I've found it helpful, but addictive. And I assumed I'd hate it and quit in a day!
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Date: 2009-04-22 03:50 pm (UTC)I don't use phones, so I'm thinking I don't use Twitter either.