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01/03/2006: "From the writing front"

I just discovered that my editor isn't going to be back in the office for two more days. I thought she was coming back today, and I was all ready to confab with her on the next project and get cooking. Now I have to shift gears, which sounds easier than it is.

Don't get me wrong, I can still work. It's just that I had my mind all set on talking and getting some things locked down. It's kind of like taking a bite of a bright, shiny apple only to taste a pear. Pears aren't bad - they're just not apples.

What I'm doing first, though, is cleaning the desk. It must be done, and there's no one but me to do it, so… I don't know why I can't keep the desk clean. It's a sickness. But I can't find things, so it's time. And this is part of my writing discipline plan. Make the space comfy and fine so that it feels good to sit there.

We were supposed to go to town today, but the blizzard has made that impossible. Major snow and wind. No chance of getting the car out. Which is a drag because we're out of milk and bread, among other things. I hate that. But the snow should blow over soon, and maybe we'll get out tomorrow.