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thanateha, ha! I have defeated the evil auto-correct! (auto-fill is bad enough... there are a lot of places where I am horrified by the notion of the computer trying to do my thinking for me, and then when it takes over and doesn't make me fix my own spelling mistakes, either? Totally unacceptable... and then of course every time I have to break in a new version/install of Word I've forgotten where to go to turn it off.)
Meanwhile, I have rewritten only a few paragraphs. Although I'm past the first hardest bit (there will be more hardest bits later on, I'm sure. Like in the next chapter when I have to re-invent all the torrid royal politics and the student lives of the younger generation...) and actually writing. Despite a nearly two-hour interruption from Grace who wanted to complain about not wanting to buy a bed... and I haven't spoken to her in maybe six months (or more?) but for some reason I feel like she always calls at just the wrong moment. I mean, there are plenty of times it would be great to talk to someone (despite the fact I never call anyone) but she always seems to call at times when I'm, say, trying to start rewriting my lost brains & stuff. Even if totally unproductively...
Grace: I think the bed is the most useless piece of furniture in the world.
me: But... you can sleep on it!
In fact, sleep seems like an excellent idea. And I have a bed.
[only the stupid modem is going blinkey-blinkey again, so I can't post this.... sigh. Perhaps I should become a Luddite.]
Meanwhile, I have rewritten only a few paragraphs. Although I'm past the first hardest bit (there will be more hardest bits later on, I'm sure. Like in the next chapter when I have to re-invent all the torrid royal politics and the student lives of the younger generation...) and actually writing. Despite a nearly two-hour interruption from Grace who wanted to complain about not wanting to buy a bed... and I haven't spoken to her in maybe six months (or more?) but for some reason I feel like she always calls at just the wrong moment. I mean, there are plenty of times it would be great to talk to someone (despite the fact I never call anyone) but she always seems to call at times when I'm, say, trying to start rewriting my lost brains & stuff. Even if totally unproductively...
Grace: I think the bed is the most useless piece of furniture in the world.
me: But... you can sleep on it!
In fact, sleep seems like an excellent idea. And I have a bed.
[only the stupid modem is going blinkey-blinkey again, so I can't post this.... sigh. Perhaps I should become a Luddite.]