![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Underneath your radar screen
Feb. 12th, 2007 01:05 pmSo, come ten (or was it eleven) last night I passed over all sleepy, and I thought 'hot damn, maybe one night this week I'll get more than four hours of sleep'. I hopped up and went straight to bed. Less than two hours later I was awake again. I know it was less than two hours because my bedtime soundtrack is two hours long and it was still playing.
But I got some reading and writing done, and futzed around with PhotoShop and made a pretty picture. If you like woodcuts.* And grocery shopping, once TJ's opened.
And, of course, since this is a comedy, about the time I was to set out for my luncheon date I once again passed over all sleepy. While driving to Fremont. q:
The trip back was less dangerous--with a belly full of caffeine and fire**, and howling along to "Steve McQueen" I was far less likely to doze off.
* I really like short stories. Because as an author you don't have time to fuck around or put anything extraneous in there. Get in, show your idea, wrap up the plot, get the hell out. Boom boom boom. However. I invariably feel stupid when I get to the end of the story I've read and don't get it. Sometimes I suspect, or I think 'maybe that has something to do with the one thing' but I didn't get it, and it's all right there in twenty pages so it's not like it could hide or anything, so I'm an idiot.
*I'm very glad I told them 'medium' spicy (the second lowest on four spicy steps) because by the end of the meal I couldn't feel my lips and my stomach was at a full boil.
But I got some reading and writing done, and futzed around with PhotoShop and made a pretty picture. If you like woodcuts.* And grocery shopping, once TJ's opened.
And, of course, since this is a comedy, about the time I was to set out for my luncheon date I once again passed over all sleepy. While driving to Fremont. q:
The trip back was less dangerous--with a belly full of caffeine and fire**, and howling along to "Steve McQueen" I was far less likely to doze off.
* I really like short stories. Because as an author you don't have time to fuck around or put anything extraneous in there. Get in, show your idea, wrap up the plot, get the hell out. Boom boom boom. However. I invariably feel stupid when I get to the end of the story I've read and don't get it. Sometimes I suspect, or I think 'maybe that has something to do with the one thing' but I didn't get it, and it's all right there in twenty pages so it's not like it could hide or anything, so I'm an idiot.
*I'm very glad I told them 'medium' spicy (the second lowest on four spicy steps) because by the end of the meal I couldn't feel my lips and my stomach was at a full boil.