I need tinfoil and magnets...and quickly
Yesterday - one of those days when things break and communication is distorted. I wondered if I should put some tinfoil on my head and hang magnets on my porch.
Kat even said I sounded stressed in email..which is probably true...I wasn't all perky and smiley faces, I was short and swift.
Here's the rundown:
On the way home from the airport, I stopped by a 24 hour kinkos and did some faxing.
It's raining.
Today, I will sink into the contemplative writer space that I haven't been to in over a year. I have made a date to be the contemplative writer once a week, every Tuesday morning and more often when I want to. In this place, I can daydream, toss around ideas, write and plot and play.
Filed: life in general
Kat even said I sounded stressed in email..which is probably true...I wasn't all perky and smiley faces, I was short and swift.
Here's the rundown:
- My printer had been fine and suddenly started flashing a message "cartridge is not compatible".
- The water was off (this was planned, but gotta factor it in as it coincidentally happened on a day when failure surrounded me.)
- Technical nonSupport - The domain provider of five websites I manage including storie, jumping, innerstace, rescueme and two others sold all the domains to someone else, then they were bought by some other person and they re all crazy and the domain information no longer lists me as the admin on two of them, three have been locked, and one has been sold to some kind of executive asset firm. I want to move all of them to a new, friendly domain host and the technical support people can't find where they are and release them. There's more to it, but let's just say, it's stupid...really really stupid.
- Sometimes your email to fax program just won't cut it, especially when you really really need it to work.
- Lots of drops and spills, more than usual.
- Lots of dropped phone calls, more than usual.
On the way home from the airport, I stopped by a 24 hour kinkos and did some faxing.
It's raining.
Today, I will sink into the contemplative writer space that I haven't been to in over a year. I have made a date to be the contemplative writer once a week, every Tuesday morning and more often when I want to. In this place, I can daydream, toss around ideas, write and plot and play.
Filed: life in general
Labels: life
1 Comments:
I'm so glad! I'm hoping to institute something similar once I get settled in my new place in another couple of months! Meanwhile, I'm scribbling down story ideas when they come (writing in my journal while walking down the sidewalk a couple of times).
Good for you, Stac, and though your tired, all of your efforts are so appreciated, I know, by those around you.
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