work stuff

I emailed my Japanese editing contact yesterday morning, asking if there was more work. Last night, I had a message from him, offering two projects, one slightly weird (by his own description) and neither anything like what I've done for him so far. The slightly weird one is short, and not that well paid--but if it's just a proofreading/spelling/quick grammar pass, I can do it fast enough to make it a decent hourly rate. So I wrote back, saying I'm interested and stating my reservations. And the server crashed before I could send it.

So, this morning, I got to rewrite the thing. This time I wrote it in Notepad on my machine (Notepad so it wouldn't try to add any weird formatting), then pasted it in and sent. And will see what happens. I think, from what he said, that this is a package deal--do the book by the "Christian ladies" (his phrase, not mine) and I can have the mystery novel. I asked him to clarify this point.

Also, I got a phone message yesterday, from someone who gave his first name, a phone number, and a company name that left me nowhere after googling (it matched a LAN company up in Albany), asking me to call if I'm still out of work. I called back this morning, and the person who answered seemed entirely unclear about who "Tim" might be, but put me through to someone else, who thought he knew who Tim was. I have now left a message on Tim's voicemail.

Less cheerfully, my mouse coordination has been bad all morning, and I have written a whole two sentences of my novel. Worse, it's two sentences I basically already knew.

work stuff

I emailed my Japanese editing contact yesterday morning, asking if there was more work. Last night, I had a message from him, offering two projects, one slightly weird (by his own description) and neither anything like what I've done for him so far. The slightly weird one is short, and not that well paid--but if it's just a proofreading/spelling/quick grammar pass, I can do it fast enough to make it a decent hourly rate. So I wrote back, saying I'm interested and stating my reservations. And the server crashed before I could send it.

So, this morning, I got to rewrite the thing. This time I wrote it in Notepad on my machine (Notepad so it wouldn't try to add any weird formatting), then pasted it in and sent. And will see what happens. I think, from what he said, that this is a package deal--do the book by the "Christian ladies" (his phrase, not mine) and I can have the mystery novel. I asked him to clarify this point.

Also, I got a phone message yesterday, from someone who gave his first name, a phone number, and a company name that left me nowhere after googling (it matched a LAN company up in Albany), asking me to call if I'm still out of work. I called back this morning, and the person who answered seemed entirely unclear about who "Tim" might be, but put me through to someone else, who thought he knew who Tim was. I have now left a message on Tim's voicemail.

Less cheerfully, my mouse coordination has been bad all morning, and I have written a whole two sentences of my novel. Worse, it's two sentences I basically already knew.

yesterday's gym

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I had considered going to a local Nanowrimo social afterwards, but decided I'd rather go home and work on my novel than spend money to go out and talk about working on it. Maybe next week.

yesterday's gym

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I had considered going to a local Nanowrimo social afterwards, but decided I'd rather go home and work on my novel than spend money to go out and talk about working on it. Maybe next week.

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We voted, and I asked the questions on the NYPIRG survey--basically, they ask you to look around, note waiting times and such, and ask the poll workers a pair of related questions--then sent the info in to the Web page. The point is to see how well the board of elections is handling things, citywide--are the machines working, how are the lines, are the election workers properly trained?

And I'm feeling stressed, for what I suspect are unrelated reasons, in the tight-muscles-and-grinding-teeth way. Maybe I won't call again this afternoon if the odd Tim person doesn't return my call.

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We voted, and I asked the questions on the NYPIRG survey--basically, they ask you to look around, note waiting times and such, and ask the poll workers a pair of related questions--then sent the info in to the Web page. The point is to see how well the board of elections is handling things, citywide--are the machines working, how are the lines, are the election workers properly trained?

And I'm feeling stressed, for what I suspect are unrelated reasons, in the tight-muscles-and-grinding-teeth way. Maybe I won't call again this afternoon if the odd Tim person doesn't return my call.

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Busy, busy, busy.

I just spoke to Robert, my Canadian-in-Japan contact, and yes, the two books are a package deal, which I have accepted. He's apparently been up all night, and asked if I'd seen his email. I hadn't, because it's a weird interface and doesn't come as part of my regular mail, and I assumed he had been asleep and not seen my message.

So, Christian ladies, then a novel that may not be a mystery after all, he isn't sure. And in between, my own novel to write. I now have two chapters I'm not sure how to get out of--and no clear idea of how to sew them together, which suggests that the one labeled "5, in which they meet a dog" is going to be 6 if not 7 or 8. But progress is being made, things washed and conversations held.

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Busy, busy, busy.

I just spoke to Robert, my Canadian-in-Japan contact, and yes, the two books are a package deal, which I have accepted. He's apparently been up all night, and asked if I'd seen his email. I hadn't, because it's a weird interface and doesn't come as part of my regular mail, and I assumed he had been asleep and not seen my message.

So, Christian ladies, then a novel that may not be a mystery after all, he isn't sure. And in between, my own novel to write. I now have two chapters I'm not sure how to get out of--and no clear idea of how to sew them together, which suggests that the one labeled "5, in which they meet a dog" is going to be 6 if not 7 or 8. But progress is being made, things washed and conversations held.

nanowrimo: progress, in a curved sort of way

I got out of Chapter 5, anyhow. Unfortunately, I got out of chapter 5 without using it to introduce a potential plot twist (but Olivia deserves better than the Dubious Ex, I just wanted to write her dumping him).

Current word count: 9309. Good, but not quite on target. I'm aiming for 2000/words day, except for this weekend, when I'll be at alt.polycon and may not write at all. Or I may, longhand and all--I don't want to schlep a laptop home by bus and subway and all, which is how we're probably getting home. I didn't write down a one-day count for yesterday, which is where I think I fell short. Ah, well.

And one of these days I have to figure out what those fish are up to.

nanowrimo: progress, in a curved sort of way

I got out of Chapter 5, anyhow. Unfortunately, I got out of chapter 5 without using it to introduce a potential plot twist (but Olivia deserves better than the Dubious Ex, I just wanted to write her dumping him).

Current word count: 9309. Good, but not quite on target. I'm aiming for 2000/words day, except for this weekend, when I'll be at alt.polycon and may not write at all. Or I may, longhand and all--I don't want to schlep a laptop home by bus and subway and all, which is how we're probably getting home. I didn't write down a one-day count for yesterday, which is where I think I fell short. Ah, well.

And one of these days I have to figure out what those fish are up to.