And I call the cats destructive
Mar. 15th, 2012 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo yesterday the cleaning ladies came, and at 3pm this kitchen was immaculate.
Then I made soup, and a salad, and garnishes. And we discovered that we'd run out of dishwasher detergent, and that the dishwasher was full. And then I made strawberry shortcake.
This kitchen was a disaster area by 9pm. And the cleaning ladies only come once a month. Hey-ho.
(Maybe Whole New Chaz will treat their work as an exemplar, and follow suit. Maybe.)
In other news, my desk arrives today. And my chair. I am unreasonably excited about this. Once I have a desk, I'll have a desktop; once I have a desktop, I can have a desktop computer. I love the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection, with that kind of special love that we reserve for what will not last for ever; and for the last five years I have written the most part of most of my books upon it; but even so, I am apparently still wedded to the notion that a desk should have a big static machine on it, where the core of the business takes place.
Then all I'll need is a project. It's all very well being a man in motion, but I do need nailing down. I have vague hopes of a Kickstarter, if no actual traditional publisher comes forward with an actual offer - but I am not that widely read as a blogger, or that widely known as a writer. I have a book I would love to do that way, that I've treasured in my head for ten years now; but. I'm just not sure I could stir up the support, and finding one more way to fail is not 'zackly how I want to start my new life over here.
Then I made soup, and a salad, and garnishes. And we discovered that we'd run out of dishwasher detergent, and that the dishwasher was full. And then I made strawberry shortcake.
This kitchen was a disaster area by 9pm. And the cleaning ladies only come once a month. Hey-ho.
(Maybe Whole New Chaz will treat their work as an exemplar, and follow suit. Maybe.)
In other news, my desk arrives today. And my chair. I am unreasonably excited about this. Once I have a desk, I'll have a desktop; once I have a desktop, I can have a desktop computer. I love the Laptop of Heavenly Perfection, with that kind of special love that we reserve for what will not last for ever; and for the last five years I have written the most part of most of my books upon it; but even so, I am apparently still wedded to the notion that a desk should have a big static machine on it, where the core of the business takes place.
Then all I'll need is a project. It's all very well being a man in motion, but I do need nailing down. I have vague hopes of a Kickstarter, if no actual traditional publisher comes forward with an actual offer - but I am not that widely read as a blogger, or that widely known as a writer. I have a book I would love to do that way, that I've treasured in my head for ten years now; but. I'm just not sure I could stir up the support, and finding one more way to fail is not 'zackly how I want to start my new life over here.