[personal|writing] What I did with my Saturday

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I started a short story at home, “On the Human Plan,” then skived out for a bit of shopping before hitting ‘s house for her weekend write-in. I brought cheese, one of the fruits of my shopping (if cheese can be said to be ‘fruit’, per se), including the dreaded Epoisses. Also present were , , and T— whose online identity (if any) is unknown to me. There I finished the first draft of “On the Human Plan”, then got about eight pages into a sample chapter of the diplomatic thriller project #1.

I bugged out of there about 4:30, headed over to the birthday feast, where sadly the man of the hour was quite under the weather. We had , , Mrs. and Ken’s friend J—. A lovely dinner was had by all, presents were bestowed, and I threatened Ken with the possibility of more Epoisses. After that, home for some Writing Related Program Activities and time with , who stayed over last night.

Today I am futzing with continued technical problems with podcasting (please ignore any magically disappearing posts), working further on the diplomatic thriller, and digging into yet another collaborative project. The Tourbillon rewrite looms soon, and beyond it, Sunspin.

And of course, off to Omaha tomorrow, with all that entails.