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Work is, in fact, a four letter word.
I am about to travel 450+ miles round trip in one day (again), through not-quite Steinbeck country, to spend four hours trying to solve computer program woes for the enthusiastic but clueless. On the one hand, if we can eliminate the user errors, this is actually a really cool project that I am mostly enjoying and the program will help some potential students with special needs. On the other hand, the more complications that arise from the cluelessness, the more I find myself muttering “Next time, Jack, write a goddamned memo!’ under my breath because, yeah, I’m travelling at my own suggestion.

Oh…and I am not an IT professional. I’m just a corporate writer with an ever expanding millinery collection and a knack for landing odd but interesting projects. At least they’re enthusiastic. It’s often easier to train people with less experience/natural ability but a good attitude than the other way around. More fun too.

Musketeers, Now That’s the Way to Make an Entrance
I am only two episodes in, but I am giddy definitions of smitten – very well done from the characters, to the dialogue, to the storylines, costumes, actors, everything. The Three Musketeers is one of those stories I loved so much as a kid that I’ve happily followed it through all of its many incarnations, well done and less so. For this reason, I am a bit amused at their idea of a stunning reveal. Are there really people who gasped in shock at the end of episode one? Yeah, probably. *shrugs* Still, so far I love how they’ve blended cannony bits with new adventures so much that I am hardly complaining. The writers got the feel of this right. They pretty much had me at the fork.

Angst-less Writing Stuff
I actually finished one of my WIPs and I posted it – both of which are kind of monumental for me, especially in the sense of occurring together. And, hey, it wasn’t greeted with crickets and no one politely asked me if I wouldn’t prefer to consider their fandom more of a spectator sport – you laugh, but these were actual thoughts in my brain before I hit post that first time. Yikes! But, I did it, truly lovely people gave me even lovelier comments, I pretty much bounced all over the house with silly amounts of happy over this fact, and it was a lot less difficult to hit the post button the next time.

Next time? Ah, yes. There were next times. Two of my initial three WIPs, including the ungodly long WIP of doom, remain WIPs. But, you see, in the middle of all of this, there were these bunnies. Other bunnies. Highly compelling bunnies. And they were so cute and fluffy. Oh, and did I mention that they lied? Yes, they said they were much shorter and faster than they really were, so I wrote them too. *shrugs* I think I'm starting to agree with Anya on the whole bunnies being evil thing. I'm just far less inclined than she to refuse to associate with them on account of it, twitchy little noses being kind of cute and all.

More Procrastination Fodder?
To Tumblr or not to Tumblr. That is my social media conundrum of late. Be practical and stick to the myriad of online distractions I already have at my fingertips, or play with the new shiny toy, too?
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Master & Margarita

‘Dostoevsky is dead.’ ‘I protest! Dostoevsky is immortal.’
Last week a fellow Russian lit fiend friend sent me the image above and absolutely made my week. Sometimes I honestly am just that ridiculously easy. But, but, it’s a The Master and Margarita inspired prank street sign. So what if it happened in 2012 and I’m only just hearing about it now? At the time it happened, at least, the city council apparently decided the sign and the prank were a worthy tribute to Bulgakov and allowed it to remain up. For me, this qualifies as one of those ‘suddenly one more thing is right with the world than I gave it credit for’ moments.

All for…well, anyway.
We finally got a real preview for the Musketeers on BBCA last week. I’d decided not to buy the DVD because they’ve been saying April for months now and, hey, it’s April. Why not save a little cash? However, at the end of the preview they said June. June? Really? Oh, no, no, no, June is simply unacceptable. Soooo, the DVD should be here in a few days and I shall be spending some time unearthing the old multi-region DVD player from the garage. Problem solved.

Curse of the drinking writing classes
I usually define a good week at work as one packed with a lot of variety. By that barometer, these past few weeks have been stellar, which definitely keeps my interest levels high but, holy crap, am I ever busy. Websites and audits and a multitude of eclectic copy assignments, oh my!

Drouble, Dribble, Toil and Scribble
I am an addict! Many, many thanks to the TGS mods for the Spring Challenge. I am having so much fun playing with any crazy idea that pops into my head – something I am perhaps a little too loathe to try in a longer format. I was only going to tackle a few of the prompts but, yeah, see the first sentence of this paragraph.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town…
You know that thing, where you write something at least in part to work on things you know you’re bad at and then you read over what you’ve written and, yup, you’re still bad at them? Okay, maybe this is just a me thing, but ugh! Dialog. Multiple POV. Pacing. Better, I guess, but still not good. Frustrating.

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