Saturday

It's strange to be in my office on a Saturday. Usually people are bursting in, waving a sheaf of papers, demanding I DROP EVERYTHING BECAUSE THERE IS A SITUATION. I might even managed to accomplish some stuff today.

That is, if I can quit dicking around on the internet. Twitter, what have you done to me? I can't stop Twittering!

Yesterday was #followfriday. That's when the people who follow you tell the people who follow them - about you. That is, if you're lucky. Yesterday, I was lucky. I am extremely grateful for the all shout-outs I received, and the resultant influx of followers.

Going to try and slow down over the weekend. Would be nice to get some longer writing done. I've been neglecting my blog as well as fiction writing. That needs to change.

Speaking of fiction writing, I'm going to be posting the latest draft of my story up here, in bits as I get it written. Of course, that means it will be appearing in reverse order (ie. Chapter 1 will be below chapter 2 ) because that's how blogs work. Just saying.

I got while listening to David Copperfield (a work originally published in serial fashion) while on my daily commute. Great book but the kid kind of a wuss! Always on the verge of breaking into tears. In all seriousness though: Dickens could have struck out every use of the word "little"; the book would have been just as good and half as long. It's "my little elbows" and "her little petticoat" and a "little red window". Ugh. Pass the barf bag, whydontcha?

Um.

What else?

Oh yeah.

Here's another way I've been wasting time, this morning...

Have you ever wanted to have your very own Diamond Dave doll that would sing excerpts from "Running With The Devil" when you pulled a string? Yeah, me neither. But now that I've fiddled with this Running With The Devil Soundboard a bit, I see there's no need to clutter up my apartment with any more kitschy junk; I can just do it online.