Woke up this morning to a wonderfully cool, sunny day. However I knew it wasn't going to be the end of it as ye old weatherman warned me that the temperatures are going to be near 100 before the day is over. Lovely. Okay the air conditioner's been checked and working, the fan's on doing it's wonderful dance with the air... all is right with the world. So I go out make a pot of coffee and kick back to get some work done. Doug's home today, so not much is going to get done when the king of the world's taking a weekday off and sits in residence.
We decided to take the day easy-- for us. Kick back and do a little work around here. He had to get some materials off to a headhunter and make a couple calls. I was going to write after I had my caffine infusion. Or so I thought...
About 10:45 AM I hear this KA--PLUNK! Everything goes silent, the clocks flash off (except the battery operated ones,) and the phones go dead. Wonnerful. Just freaking wonnerful. I think I'm gonna go out and play today for a while and see how long my batteries on the laptop last. If I need a recharge, I'll go snag a plug from my attorney.
Remind Me To Get My Head Examined Or To Learn To Say No-
Damn it! You guys are addictive. I've just spent the past couple days writing my tush off. Promises made. Promises kept. However I'm still not done. But at least it's a good start.
I've got most of the basic promotional letter and the associated web pages written. Also I've made a good dent in the instruction pages and their associated web pages. Now I've got to draw, beg, borrow and snag the necessary graphics to put it all together. Tonight I even wrote a couple trial balloon letters to the quilting posse of women I know to get their feedback on what we can do to make this little project fly. Sigh... I do hope we get somewhere.
However the problem in writing up how-to's and techinical descriptions is that I rely on other writers on the web and in books to be my first level check-list. This desk and dining room is a mess. Papers and books are everywhere. Even Doug mentioned I had to be writing something-- because he couldn't find his place to eat breakfast this morning. But as he knows by my going over what everyone else has said, I make sure I haven't forgotten anything. And then add my own wordy touches.
The only time I broke my self imposed non-blog time was when I went over to read Doc and Rantburg, the moral compasses of my soul. It's nearly taken an act of Congress for me to keep my mind on what I needed to do.
The only thing I hope is the 28 people who have sent me spam asking me about getting my boobs made bigger or another invitation to viagra Rx's really understood-- IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN. The idea of me needing a boob-job is comical. Jeeze. My best is advice is for those people to give it up and get a real job!
Hopefully I'm going to get through this project. I've only got three more on my plate to get done. Oh well...
