Eighth anniversary...
Nov. 3rd, 2008 06:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpEight years ago today, I resigned my full-time position in Houston, and hung out a freelance shingle. At the time, I called what I did "consulting," a marvelously meaningless word that applies to pretty much anyone who is in business for themselves.
We have two more days to finish fussing with the house before turning it over to the renter. Add a wakeup, and I'm on my way overseas and Galina is on her way back to Colorado. Yesterday's cough and general malaise is still with me.
No time for NaNoWriMo today, but the good news is that the ideas keep circulating, like bones in a simmering stew. This is a marked change in the way I look at the story; heck, I may even have the rudiments of a plot coming together.
However, right now, I need to go to sleep. I need to hit the ground running tomorrow morning.
Cheers...
We have two more days to finish fussing with the house before turning it over to the renter. Add a wakeup, and I'm on my way overseas and Galina is on her way back to Colorado. Yesterday's cough and general malaise is still with me.
No time for NaNoWriMo today, but the good news is that the ideas keep circulating, like bones in a simmering stew. This is a marked change in the way I look at the story; heck, I may even have the rudiments of a plot coming together.
However, right now, I need to go to sleep. I need to hit the ground running tomorrow morning.
Cheers...
