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Nov. 26th, 2008 04:05 pmTo work, or not to work, that is not the question. The question is which work I do: I'm in the middle of too many things and I've got less than two hours before a meeting. My natural commonsense says to print out a copy of the papers and then not do any work at all, since I have already done far too much today (I was busy till 1.30 am then again from 8 am - this franticness will all fade in a hurry, quite soon, as Thanksgiving then Christmas overtake everyone in my vicinity). I'm paying for it physically, but if things don't get sorted now, then, well, I shall be in trouble next year when everything happens at once. Which it will, if I don't plan and work and stuff.
Last night's work was fun. We are so close to a theme for the Conflux banquet, and I have a special advisor this year, someone I have worked with a bunch and enjoyed every time. I won't announce the special advisor unless she gives me permission, but I'm just waiting for the final opinions from the rest of the committee before I start talking theme and start pondering menus. I think we're talking drink tests, but not so many. I know we're talking fabulously fine food. And costume lovers are going to be very pleased with us. If the last committee members agree. Otherwise we'll start again, or something. (I feel very guilty, because having stirred everyone about aspic, I said I wasn't prepared to do a sixties menu unless there really was no better choice.)
Another thing that kept me up late was novel. Thanks for your help - I now have all my food sorted and those sections are being drafted. I can now work out how the food interacts with plot. Which it will. And I need to get that done before I start testing for Conflux, because otherwise I shall be playing round with far too many forms of mouth memory and my brain will implode.
This morning the lovely Liz Argall was guest teacher for my class. It was wonderful. My students got to ask all sorts of questions and I got to find out all sorts of things Ive always wanted to ask and never had the courage. It was like an in-service (which reminds me, I have one coming up.) She has cured me of wanting to write for comics: it takes a talent from a very particular direction, I think. Liz has it in spades.
I'm trying to lure Liz into letting me mind all her collection while she travels. Bribery. Much chocolate. Whatever it takes.
I'm sorry I was such a grouch afterwards, though - I get like that when pain begins and this afternoon is ... not good. I plan to sleep in tomorrow if I can, and take enough of a rest to make the pain magically disappear. If it doesn't, well, that's just the joy of living in my body and no doubt I can endure it. I'm already packed for tomorrow's class and half-ready for Saturday's teaching, because I rather suspected this might happen. And I've given up on housecleaning as a bad job. Paperwork has to come first, because it has an earlier use-by date. And, oh, is this time of year the time for paperwork.
Two weeks and term will be ended. Even in an easy year, it gets interesting and this year has not been so easy. Happy, though, by and large.
Last night's work was fun. We are so close to a theme for the Conflux banquet, and I have a special advisor this year, someone I have worked with a bunch and enjoyed every time. I won't announce the special advisor unless she gives me permission, but I'm just waiting for the final opinions from the rest of the committee before I start talking theme and start pondering menus. I think we're talking drink tests, but not so many. I know we're talking fabulously fine food. And costume lovers are going to be very pleased with us. If the last committee members agree. Otherwise we'll start again, or something. (I feel very guilty, because having stirred everyone about aspic, I said I wasn't prepared to do a sixties menu unless there really was no better choice.)
Another thing that kept me up late was novel. Thanks for your help - I now have all my food sorted and those sections are being drafted. I can now work out how the food interacts with plot. Which it will. And I need to get that done before I start testing for Conflux, because otherwise I shall be playing round with far too many forms of mouth memory and my brain will implode.
This morning the lovely Liz Argall was guest teacher for my class. It was wonderful. My students got to ask all sorts of questions and I got to find out all sorts of things Ive always wanted to ask and never had the courage. It was like an in-service (which reminds me, I have one coming up.) She has cured me of wanting to write for comics: it takes a talent from a very particular direction, I think. Liz has it in spades.
I'm trying to lure Liz into letting me mind all her collection while she travels. Bribery. Much chocolate. Whatever it takes.
I'm sorry I was such a grouch afterwards, though - I get like that when pain begins and this afternoon is ... not good. I plan to sleep in tomorrow if I can, and take enough of a rest to make the pain magically disappear. If it doesn't, well, that's just the joy of living in my body and no doubt I can endure it. I'm already packed for tomorrow's class and half-ready for Saturday's teaching, because I rather suspected this might happen. And I've given up on housecleaning as a bad job. Paperwork has to come first, because it has an earlier use-by date. And, oh, is this time of year the time for paperwork.
Two weeks and term will be ended. Even in an easy year, it gets interesting and this year has not been so easy. Happy, though, by and large.