nyyki

Tomorrow is the first of September. Great, now I'll have The Temptations' song, "Papa Was a Rolling Stone" running through my head all night. And I'm not ready to start work on the second romance themed novel. For one thing, this keyboard is harshing my calm, because it's, to be blunt, wimpy. And my finances aren't up to the task of buying a new one, a quality one, right now. If I could talk my old one into not being dead that'd help -- you know, you use a keyboard for twenty-three years, you start to get used to it, and you get some attachment to it. I'm making annoying typos all over the place, and it's simple dumb stuff, not anything like bad habits or fat fingering things. I'm losing my reference points, and it feels odd.

This means if I'm going to do the write a book in a month thing again it'll be November; wow, that *is so* predictable, isn't it? But there's a confounding issue there -- Gail Gibson is going to do a lecture about the Middle Kingdom, so that's one night a week for however many weeks she schedules her four lectures in that'll be time not writing.

I'm thinking about where I want this journal to go. I may read back to see what I did after I moved from the journal site of hate and oppression, so I can reconnect there.