Going at a mile a minute...

It's not as if I don't want to go to the Springs downtown, or stay at this end of town and maybe play chess for a couple of hours, but it's going to be deucedly difficult to get away any time soon.

The bag for the day includes two short items that came in over the transom from a good client plus three items (3800 target words) that I promised for today. There remains a review of my science fiction assignment, which at this point ought really to be classified as leisure time activity.

It should because it's painful to think of this particular aspect of the job as paid work, which is not to say I'm complaining about the rate, just that going through and making the story sound like a story without betraying the principles of good translation is pretty time-consuming.

Rewrites are not part of the normal despeckling process in my neck of the woords. After all, there isn't much craft - or at least I don't feel any - in writing:

Systems are leak tested at a pressure of 230 kgf/cm².

On the other hand, what about this:

He placed the tiny red dot of his sight directly on the unkempt gray fur of the creature's low forehead and thumbed the selector of his rifle to semiautomatic fire.

That one took me a while, but I'm sure there are other ways to cast that sentence. And there are many more where it came from.

But it won't get done while I'm posting to LJ, will it?

Back to work!

Cheers...