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Aug. 16th, 2012 11:50 amThis morning all my interviews are coming home to roost. By 'all,' I mean two. I have questions to answer and thoughts to think.
Two of my adult nephews are coming home to roost, too. Not visiting, so much as popping up online and asking to be considered as new followers on social media, even though they've been there forever and I've known them for much longer than forever. They wanted me to admit I knew them. This is evidence that there is no Evil Gillian, just a rather disturbing family sense of humour.
Spellcheck doesn't like me. Whenever I type my name, it wants to change it to Lillian. It appears there is a Lillian Polack, in Denmark. I wonder if her spellcheck ever wants to turn her into me?
This morning was brought to you with an air of randomness, made even greater for the universe having realised I wasn't paid properly last term* and me being due some money (which I'm seriously thinking of spending on accommodation for the next NatCon). I'm in danger of getting average wages this semester, what with all the teaching and the scholarship and now some backpay. I found myself telling writing students, "Only a very few writers make a living from their work" and then realising that, just at the moment, I'm one of those few. Long may it last! Imagine, having enough money to possibly pay for a comfortable convention on my birthday weekend. And I could go to the movies, if I could find the time. Not today, though. My next task is to wrestle Medieval Christianity (a chapter thereon) into submission and then to look at the article I was writing last night, and then to ponder a fictional concept (a possible short story) and then to run more of the messages that keep cropping up and then to teach. After teaching, I must write 500 words of my conclusion, for without a conclusion I will not be able to submit the idiot doctorate and turn into Dr Who.
To be honest, today doesn't make much sense. That's OK, though, for it's not a bad day. I'm still basking in the very good news of yesterday.**
*I was paid for some of last term, but there were gaps. Those gaps have now been identified and have proven to be somewhat larger than we thought. This is rather good, for last term I was too busy to spend the money I wasn't getting and this term I'm trying to save a bit in case I find the job I'm after and have to move. Some of the back pay will go into savings, but, since it's more than I expected, I think I will give myself the special treat I have dreamed of for a long time: a NatCon on my birthday where I get to go to room parties and see all my friends and generally have a fine time.
**If anyone is reading this and wants to know the good news and can't get at the locked post in LJ, let me know and I"ll copy it to you. It's not a secret - it's just that I can't post the details in public.
Two of my adult nephews are coming home to roost, too. Not visiting, so much as popping up online and asking to be considered as new followers on social media, even though they've been there forever and I've known them for much longer than forever. They wanted me to admit I knew them. This is evidence that there is no Evil Gillian, just a rather disturbing family sense of humour.
Spellcheck doesn't like me. Whenever I type my name, it wants to change it to Lillian. It appears there is a Lillian Polack, in Denmark. I wonder if her spellcheck ever wants to turn her into me?
This morning was brought to you with an air of randomness, made even greater for the universe having realised I wasn't paid properly last term* and me being due some money (which I'm seriously thinking of spending on accommodation for the next NatCon). I'm in danger of getting average wages this semester, what with all the teaching and the scholarship and now some backpay. I found myself telling writing students, "Only a very few writers make a living from their work" and then realising that, just at the moment, I'm one of those few. Long may it last! Imagine, having enough money to possibly pay for a comfortable convention on my birthday weekend. And I could go to the movies, if I could find the time. Not today, though. My next task is to wrestle Medieval Christianity (a chapter thereon) into submission and then to look at the article I was writing last night, and then to ponder a fictional concept (a possible short story) and then to run more of the messages that keep cropping up and then to teach. After teaching, I must write 500 words of my conclusion, for without a conclusion I will not be able to submit the idiot doctorate and turn into Dr Who.
To be honest, today doesn't make much sense. That's OK, though, for it's not a bad day. I'm still basking in the very good news of yesterday.**
*I was paid for some of last term, but there were gaps. Those gaps have now been identified and have proven to be somewhat larger than we thought. This is rather good, for last term I was too busy to spend the money I wasn't getting and this term I'm trying to save a bit in case I find the job I'm after and have to move. Some of the back pay will go into savings, but, since it's more than I expected, I think I will give myself the special treat I have dreamed of for a long time: a NatCon on my birthday where I get to go to room parties and see all my friends and generally have a fine time.
**If anyone is reading this and wants to know the good news and can't get at the locked post in LJ, let me know and I"ll copy it to you. It's not a secret - it's just that I can't post the details in public.