The Regular Job is committing one of its incursions upon my lunch hour freedom. Since I can neither write nor blog effectively, I will insert teasers for soon-to-appear installments, in not necessarily the order of their appearance, while I finish chewing the hasty repast:
Yet more blandHOT!! declarations of advancement on the fiction front;
A visit to (or rather, of) a tiny little mountain;
A consideration of the title character in a movie you may have heard of, and who is now living at my house;
Proof that German-speaking people have a sense of humour
Absolutely no complaints about the weather (record breaking cold for this time of year is not the same as slightly colder than average a month ago).
Spring may actually be emerging from its bunker at last, but I think I’ll still consider the matter of where I’d like to go as a dream vacation with today’s Film break. Here…
…or will it be here…
…? Tricky question, although the fact that Hokkaido gets plenty of snow does play a role in the consideration.
Of course, if I had more Japanese than “How do you do,” “Thank you,” and “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Japanese,” I’d be seriously considering sending a CV along to both of them. The cost of living is nice and low in Japan, right?
WHAT: Second draft of short story “E.Z. Notes”… sort of. The “editing” was largely the introduction of an entirely new scene, which is somewhat like an incursion of first draft into the equation.
Zero progress today due to long line -up vast milling throng at post office. Actually, that’s not true– progress takes the form of actually getting two pens on their way home to separate clients. It just doesn’t feel like progress.
A friend was complaining that the coldest day this week was that of the Vernal Equinox (-20 overnight). I reply thus: the first day of spring is like the first day of construction on your new house; it may not be ready for you to take off your shoes and relax in, but it’s full of potential.
In that spirit, let’s enjoy some festive country dancing:
…and for those who are thinking, “Say, this guy’s getting a lot of writing out of these pens he’s carrying”– I’m actually using the desk pen as the consistent ink colour does help with the transcription later. This means I’m going through the Regular Job ink at a pretty ferocious rate lately; yesterday saw a morning and afternoon filling.
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