i should be in bed. but the daily blog taunts and so, here i am, bleary eyed and yawning, but typing nonetheless.
a fairly good day, albeit more of the same. there is a business opportunity that has risen unexpectedly and seems promising. exploring slowly and with an eye toward being productive. cautiously optimistic.
add to this the company in seattle sent along payment for the assignment completed in early august. there is a chance for more contract work there, which would be helpful. so i can say i’m no longer ‘desperate desperate’… lop off one and hope to axe the other soon!
spent most of the evening recovering two stories an ex-guildy wrote. they were rumored to have expressed disappointment with the site and forums going offline. needless to say, i archive most everything (for a time anyway) and thus, was able (with a bit of SQL ferreting) to recover them. mailed them off tonight and smiled for it.
that led me to actually go on and get the forums up that i’ve been threatening to create. most of you reading here have received an invitation to them. those of you who have not are not forgotten… but there may be reasons why i’m waiting before inviting you closer. your understanding is appreciated.
not much more to report. tomorrow is errand day and i’m looking forward to getting out of the house for a bit. my social life is a bit… lacking since the funds are, but hopefully that will change soon.
in other news — writer’s block continues. it’s odd… i have noticed these blocks tend to come when certain events/circumstances occur. stress, yes, but not only that. the recent idiocy of wild poets and it’s ownership has contributed in large portion. i will never get used to being ditched like that, and with recent changes to ‘the life rules’, perhaps i’ll manage to avoid getting roped into that kind of sick dynamic in future.
i considered returning the two books that were sent to me. then i realized it doesn’t much matter if they get returned or not. so instead, i threw them away. apropo, really… meaningless and no longer deserving of effort.
meh. of course it still hurts to know it was meaningless… wasn’t here. sigh…. but it isn’t as if that matters, obviously. temptation to ramble on it a bit. but you know what? i don’t think i will. the people who do these kinds of things do not deserve even that much focus. i’m annoyed to grant even this much.
teaching myself not to. but it will take time.
the pillow calls. i answer.