Apple of my eye

Now Playing -
That Certain Female by Charlie Feathers

Life -

Thanks to a truly cool dude and a good friend, I'm back amongst the land of the functioning computer again. Although my laptop is still most awesomely rocking the Linux, there are a few things it cannot do, namely iTunes and Photoshop. Thanks to my new baby, a used Mac Mini, those fine items are again at my disposal.

It's been years since I've used a Mac, and it's taking some adjustment, but it's comforting to know that I have something to edit photos on and color artwork with. (I assume my assorted sister-in-laws will appreciate getting their wedding photos eventually now, too!) Bravo, little white box. Bravo.

Work blew. Busted my tush all night to get things done, only to have the big boss-lady disappointed in the overall job done over the weekend. Quite frankly, none of that was my fault, but that's yet another curse of the Graves shift, you ALWAYS get the brunt. Luckily, I only have one glorious day left on this rotation, then it can be my compatriot's job to please everyone, all of the time.

Writing -

I wrote nothing last night. NUFFINK! I did bust out a few words a second ago, primarily because I'd started a chapter and left it hanging. The chapters in Graves are short enough that there's scarcely an excuse for that. I'm really looking forward to the next few days, I'm enjoying writing Graves, have a lot of hopefully fun revisions to make to The Whispering Ferns and have hit a bit of inspiration for the spot I'm stuck at on my other kids novel, Hieronymus Masterson's Unremarkable Bit Of Magic

The Last Sentence -

The cowboy isn't dumb, he looks around at the customers he's standing near and his eyes narrow.

From - "Graves" (WIP)