Cornfield Meet

Things collide here.

Unplanned Summer Break

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I did not intend to take a three-and-a-half-month spring-and-summer break from Cornfield Meet, but it’s been an inspiring and energizing “vacation.”

And it’s not like I haven’t been writing at all: I did a couple book reviews at GeekDad, and an 11,000-word travelogue on a cross-country adventure my daughter and I undertook – some of which will wind up here eventually – and I write regularly in the course of my job.

Still, the list of “Stuff I Want to Write” (an actual handwritten document here on my desk, I swear) has reached an alarming length, so it’s time to just sit down and start hammering away at these things, even if they’re mostly just for fun.

 

 

 

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July 19, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized, writing | , | Leave a comment

Talking about storytelling, part two – Change in (about) 100 words

From a recent exercise in storytelling. Assignment: In roughly 100 words, describe a time when your life changed.

At the last minute, I threw out my first, more serious draft, switched topics entirely, and wrote on the fly –

When we got home, I couldn’t get to my crayons fast enough.

I couldn’t find the black one, so I skipped Darth Vader and drew my stormtroopers in blue-green.

That’s how I remember the first time I saw Star Wars. I was six.

Since then, I have seen better movies. I have read better stories.

But this was more than spaceships and lasers and robots:

Star Wars is what got me interested in science and writing and history and mythology; in authors, characters, symbols, and archetypes; in storytelling and classically-inspired music and film-making.

This was a Big Bang. This was my world blowing up.

Also: spaceships and lasers and robots.

I liked the way it turned out, and it got a good reception. I saved it because I enjoyed looking deeper than nostalgia and remembering the first time someone else’s art really inspired me.

Look sir - droids!

April 6, 2014 Posted by | 1970s, geek, writing | , , | Leave a comment

2010 in writing

Sometimes I feel like I spend an awful lot of time at this desk and am still not as productive as I want to be. So while I was updating some of my recent project lists, I thought I’d see how many articles and other pieces I wrote last year.

Paid work:

I did somewhere in the neighborhood of 80 pieces for the automotive aftermarket industry trade publications Automotive Week (The Greensheet) and Service Executive. The vast majority of those were published in The Greensheet.

GeekDad: 56 posts. I don’t even come close to the output of the most prolific GeekDad core contributors, but man, do I ever have fun writing for the site. And it was a frakking great year to be a GeekDad, what with getting to attend both PAX East and Star Wars Celebration V. Among my contributions were 12 reviews and five interviews, and a piece about PBS’ Arthur which got a personal thumbs-up from Neil Gaiman. (No, I will nevereverEVER get tired of recalling that.)

Positively Cleveland: 20 articles, mostly for their visitors and destination planners’ guides.

East Ohio Conference of the United Methodist Church: 12 articles for the Joining Hands quarterly magazine, and a few online features.

Waste & Recycling News: 9 articles

Crain’s Cleveland Business: 8 articles

And one piece each for Yahoo!, UMW Response magazine, and the Tribune-Chronicle.

I also landed nine other “behind the scenes” corporate and marketing and advertising projects: Writing and editing of the sort that doesn’t come with bylines.

Unpaid work:

  • My short fiction “The Painting” was accepted for inclusion in the 100 Stories for Haiti anthology, a project to which all the work was donated, and all proceeds went to Red Cross earthquake relief.
  • CNN writer/producer Henry Hanks stumbled onto Collect All 21! and asked if I’d file an iReport video on the 30th anniversary of The Empire Strikes Back, which I did. (He also interviewed me and other fans about the movie for this story.)
  • The Bearded Trio – run by a guy I’ve never met but who was one of the earliest vocal supporters of Collect All 21! – invited me to contribute a post, and I had fun writing this look at some of John Williams’ lesser-known music.
  • And there was The Meat Locker.

I almost forgot that I finished writing another non-fiction book, too, and that as a not-for-public-consumption project I wrote a detailed 16,000-word Star Wars Celebration V journal.

As for this blog, according to WordPress’ summary, I wrote 197 posts in 2010, which equates to something slightly more than one post every other day. That’s not bad – in fact, every other day is about what I’d hope for – but I know that most of those posts came in an unbroken 125-day stretch (Feb. 28-July 2) where I was making a deliberate effort to keep the streak alive. The fact that I had things like PAX East and re-learning Dungeons & Dragons and my 15-day cross-country trip to write about made it awfully easy to maintain that momentum – as did serializing Crossing Decembers – but once July hit, my blogging regularity was pretty much nowhere to be found.

Looking over the numbers made me feel a bit better about the productivity, though I still didn’t do nearly as much on the personal project side as I wanted to. And while one of my goals this year is to get back into the habit of writing regularly on the blog, I really need to make sure I’m putting some other things – like fiction and book proposals and other side projects – higher on the priority list.

Truth is, I like being at this desk. What I love is feeling like it’s worthwhile.



January 5, 2011 Posted by | Books, Fiction, geek, Weblogs, writing | , | Leave a comment

On the 32nd anniversary of my eighth birthday.

I don’t know that I can quite yet tie together all the thoughts that have come up while I’ve been thinking about turning 40. They’ll probably surface bit by bit over the next few days, weeks, whatever, or maybe never.

Since Jenn is working tonight – my actual birthday, Nov. 17 – she and Kelsey and I went out for a low-key birthday dinner on my last night as a thirtysomething, stuffing ourselves at a little Italian restaurant in Hartville. Best stromboli I’ve had in decades. (Yes, really.) When we got home, we dug into a pecan pie Kelsey made: my birthday dessert request.

My first actual waking hours of Birthday No. 40 came between 3:30 and 5:30 a.m., during which my brain was pretty much chattering along with all sorts of ideas for writing and stuff to remember while also entertaining me with Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance.” (Sorry. Some things you just can’t control.) Jenn woke up for a few minutes, and we had a conversation about the first few weeks after we adopted Pepper – two years ago this month.

I woke up for real about 7:30 and decided to go for a run. It took me a full 10 minutes and three trips in and out of the bedroom to find my shoes. Gray outside, and windy, and about 40 degrees or so, but once I got out there, it felt good. I did just over 4 miles – once around our semi-rural “block” – and though I didn’t time myself, I managed a good kick the last couple tenths of a mile and crossed the finish line at our driveway going full-tilt.

The morning consisted of some breakfast and some Stargate:Universe on the DVR, and hanging out with Jenn a bit, and then going out to renew the license plates and get a new driver’s license. (Sporting, of course, the new “work outfit” Jenn & Kels had gotten me – a nice pair of jeans and a Kermit the Frog T-shirt. My girls rock.) I also had a few errands to run, and it was a decent day just to be driving around and thinking and probably overthinking.

It was lunchtime when I got home, and Jenn was already getting ready for work.

After she left, I took a really short afternoon nap, and then tried to wrap up a short assignment before Kelsey got home and needed to go to her physical therapy appointment.

She and I watched last night’s Conan O’Brien – the one with Harrison Ford – and then my friend Jim called, and we talked for a long time, wrapping up the conversation with some good idea-bouncing about the whole balancing of creative endeavors with work.

Because lately I’ve been feeling awfully unstructured, creativity-wise. The last independent project I worked on was a detailed journal of Star Wars Celebration V, and though I’ve had several ideas since then, I’ve really struggled to focus on my non-work-related writing, whether it’s been here on the blog (witness the frequency of my photo-collecting posts of late) or with the fiction and non-fiction inspirations that currently exist only as scraps or notes or vague possibilities.

There’s also, frankly, the whole stress-over-work thing. It can be excruciatingly difficult to focus on personal creative work when I’m wondering where my next paid assignment is coming from and waiting on news from the mortgage modification people and worrying about that tiny but brand-new noise my 115,000-mile-plus car seems to be making.

But I got to thinking about 2000 – the year I wrote Crossing Decembers, and how part of that process involved keeping a journal of the creative process of writing that book. Since my goal was to work on the thing every day, no matter what, I kept note of what that work was. Just a sentence or two summarizing the parts I’d worked on. Some days that meant several hundred words, others – and I’m thinking of a stomach-flu stretch here – the work consisted of just coming up with an idea and making sure I jotted myself a reminder to run with it the next time I sat down at the keyboard.

That journal kept me honest, in a way, and I think I’m going to give it a try again, only this time, just making sure that every day I spend some time in personal creation or creation-related mode – whether it’s writing for the blog (and I’m talking real sit-down-and-hammer writing, not the photo dumps), or working on a project, or maybe working on project proposals or query letters or something that’s tied to writing I’m doing that’s not tied to my freelancing.

And rather than wait to start it when the calendar flips, I’m starting it today – the first day of my 41st year.

November 18, 2010 Posted by | Current Affairs, Fiction, geek, Ohio, photos, writing | , , | 4 Comments

The roads and the words.

Two weeks ago tomorrow, I got up early and did my first double-digit-mileage run since last October.

That afternoon, helping move something really heavy down at my mom’s house, I felt this red-hot-rubberband-lashing sensation kind of whip through the muscles of my lower back from the inside. Like nothing I’d ever felt before – and in an incredibly not good way. After hobbling to a couch, I came awfully close to blacking out: the whole world going dark even though my eyes weren’t shut, that buzz and ringing in the ears that blocks everything out and when it begins to fade makes everyone sound like they’re far away.

Nothing seems to have been permanently damaged, but for several days I was pretty much just shuffling around the house and wincing .

Of course, this screwed up my plans for the Akron Half Marathon.  Maybe I could have resumed jogging a week later, but a big part of what I was shooting for with this run was improving my speed, which is a big challenge for me, and the last four weeks of the training calendar I was following are largely about repetitive speed work. And just like that, >poof!< I felt really out of it.

Perhaps not surprisingly, that Saturday was also the last time I posted anything on the blog. Not that I haven’t been writing over the last two weeks – the week immediately following the injury, I had a major multi-story project to turn in, as well as other regular trade publication assignments, and I also managed a couple GeekDad posts.

I wasn’t doing much writing on my own, though, and in a weird way, that takes a toll on me mentally.

(It also doesn’t help that these are exceedingly difficult times in the Booth household right now – I have a job interview this coming Monday with an awful lot riding on it, and that’s been weighing heavily on my mind as well.)

So yesterday, I made myself focus on something wholly original – a guest post for a friend’s blog – and after finally getting the gears going, I cranked out 1,500 words and had a ball doing it.

Not long afterward, my brother called me and asked if I’d be able to run one of the legs on his Akron Marathon relay team. It’s not likely to be more than eight miles, so it’s something I think I can get back on track to tackle over the two weeks between now and race day.

Before lunch today, I put on the shoes and headed out the door for a run just before lunch. A mix of overcast skies and occasional sun; somewhere just shy of the 60-degree mark – just about a perfect day for it.

Writing and running don’t, by themselves, make things better or easier or magically delicious. But when I’m in that place where I’m doing one or the other, and it’s just me and the words or me and the road ahead, somehow there is a sense of rightness and hope and balance that I only remember how badly I need when I can’t find it for awhile.

September 10, 2010 Posted by | running, writing | , , , , | 2 Comments

A day at the College of Wooster

I drove to the College of Wooster today for the Power of the Pen state tournament – Kelsey qualified as a member of her middle school team. I’d never been to the campus before, so while I was waiting to meet up with her after lunch, I walked around a little bit and took some pictures. Neat place; a lot of nifty details to check out.

Reflection on Kauke Hall

Kenarden Lodge

John Buck - Omnibus, 2009

Now, part of what made this already cool day – I mean, seriously: state tournament! – even cooler was that Margaret Peterson Haddix was the guest of honor, and between her keynote speech and the afternoon awards assembly, she held a signing. (Kelsey really likes her stuff – she does a lot of YA writing, and I’ve been meaning to check out something with a more science-fiction angle like Found. Kelsey’s a big fan of Double Identity, so she got that signed.)

Margaret Peterson Haddix.

We walked around a bit after that – these giant hostas with rain beaded on them caught my eye –

Of course, I couldn’t resist this: (Hey, it’s my name, I’m allowed to make the lame and obvious joke. At least I didn’t make finger guns.)

So then, we’re heading back to the final awards ceremony, and right at the edge of the sidewalk, there’s this patch of clover, and a big four-leaf clover just jumps into my line of sight. For real – my eye hit the grass and boom! I leaned down and just picked this thing up.

As Kelsey’s friend is saying, “How did you do that? How do you just see a four-leaf clover while we’re walking past?” my daughter has knelt alongside and is already saying, “Here’s another one.”

Inside five minutes, we’ve plucked a half dozen four-leaf clovers from this patch that’s probably about one square foot, tops. (I’m figuring it’s because the plants in this spot are genetically related, but what do I know?) Here are the four Kelsey and I brought home. And it should be noted that yes, I only found that first one – it’s the one at the bottom of the photo – the girls were just lightning-quick spotting them after that.

There are a couple additional photos in the Flickr set.

It was a little disappointing that our school team didn’t place, especially since they had one of the largest groups of qualifiers and a load of cumulative points from district and regional tournaments – in fact, they had actually beaten the eventual state champion team twice in those competitions – but just being there was a ton of fun, and hey, when a day includes four four-leaf clover finds, well, it’s hard to complain.

May 21, 2010 Posted by | Books, Current Affairs, Fiction, Ohio, science fiction, writing | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Back in time: The first writing I ever sold

"by John Booth" - MAN that was cool to see.

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I recently found out that the first newspaper I worked at, The Orlando Sentinel, has archived its articles online going all the way back to 1985, which means that the internets are now graced by the first piece of writing I sold for cash: a short story called “Heading Home,” which appeared in the August 6, 1995 isssue of the paper’s weekly Florida magazine.

I had submitted this story to the magazine’s annual fiction competition – despite the fact that I worked at the paper in the composing room – and a couple weeks later, I received a letter from the associate editor explaining that while the story wasn’t among the top placers, she wanted to buy it for $100 and publish it in another issue.

I remember my hands actually shaking as I was reading this note – I had sold a piece of writing. (As an aside: The top prize for the fiction contest had been $100 and publication of the winning story. So, really, I was coming out on equal footing as the winner, and arguably better off than the second- and third-placers.)

It wasn’t until a year later that I was paid to write for a second time – a feature article assigned by one of the section editors I worked with regularly. That eventually led to me freelancing sports coverage – mostly high school games, with the occasional professional softball, minor league baseball and MLB spring training assignment.

This blog entry could have maybe been saved until the actual 15th anniversary of the date, but I didn’t feel like it – and anyway, I’m sure this story was already around at this point in 1995, since this version of “Heading Home” is actually a total late-night, fevered reworking of a story I had written and then shoved in a folder or an envelope or a desk drawer.

Of course, the electronically archived edition of the story doesn’t include the impressive photo illustration the talented Red Huber designed to sit alongside the text, and it’s missing several bits of punctuation – eaten, I’m guessing, by the gremlins that live in the spaces between editorial system changeovers.

Still, rediscovering it online got me to dig up my copy of the issue and scan it in here. Having done an awful lot of writing since the time this story was published, I recognize “Heading Home” has its weaknesses. It’s definitely the voice of a John Booth at a different place in his life, but there are also pieces in here I’m still proud to have written, and the gorgeous framed edition Jim Carchidi put together as a gift still hangs in my library.

Below, then, are the scans from that Florida magazine – click to enlarge them for easier reading – but if you absolutely must read the fudged-text-no-picture version, it’s here.

Heading Home, page 1

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Heading Home, page 2

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April 30, 2010 Posted by | 1990s, Fiction, writing | , , , , , | 1 Comment

Flying solo: Year one

So yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of my first-ever “sorry-we-have-to-let-you-go” meeting, and tomorrow is the anniversary of my last actual day of corporate employment. (Today, then, marks a year since I wrote this, which was a weird day, because technically, still being employed, that means I got paid to sit at home and blog about losing my job.)

Honestly, I thought I’d have more to write about it, since it’s been on my mind as the first day of spring has neared and I’ve been going over paperwork and pay stubs and receipts and things like that for tax filing, but now that it’s here, it feels very much like any other day. Jenn left for work at 5:30 a.m. I got up at 6:15, got Kelsey off to school, checked email and news and blogs, had breakfast, turned in one assignment and started wrapping up the next one.

That this workday rhythm feels not at all extraordinary to me, I now realize, is an incredibly good thing.

In fact, the only other thing I want to make sure I note at this point is that there is no way I could possibly have survived this sea change without my friends and family and parents and my daughter Kelsey and most of all my wife Jenn, who never failed for a second to find the good in all this, despite the stress and worries and uncertainty and instability.

Though I have often described my freelance writing career as “flying solo,” the truth is, it never has been that at all.

March 19, 2010 Posted by | writing | , , | 1 Comment

One-third of a hundred: Glimpses into 100 Stories for Haiti

You’ll find some slice-of -life, some meta, some science fiction, some fantasy, and a whole bunch of good quick reads in 100 Stories for Haiti. I’m just over a third of the way through my electronic edition, and already I’ve gotten way more than my money’s worth.

Rather randomly in some cases, I’ve picked out one sentence from each of the first stories, plus, because it worked out well, exactly one-third of a sentence from the thirty-fourth story, hoping to pique your interest and give a little idea of what a tremendous variety of writing is in here. Enjoy – and then go buy your own!

Thirty-three and one-third sentences from contributions 1-34 in 100 Stories for Haiti:

There was a memorial garden in Latimer, and a park in Trenchard, and people said if you touched the earth in either place, you could feel the exothermic heat of decomposing fools and thugs who’d been slow to show respect. (All-or-Nothing Day by Nick Harkaway)

She’ll go to hell for adding one untruth to another. (About Time by Mo Fanning)

You used to have this little yellow duffle coat with a big hood – you thought it made you look like a fireman – and I swear I lost count of the times I had to grab onto that hood and pull you clear of the road, or next door’s pitbull, or the duckpond in the park. (Amplified Distance by Sian Harris)

Sometimes they stood on one another, sometimes they would laugh and sometimes they would take a rest. (And the First Note Sang by Catriona Gunn)

Nineteen’s heart leapt as Anna passed by the veranda where he sat working. (Anna and Nineteen by Claudia Boers)

Emma walked her fingers across the table, closer to the boy, a spider stealing a cookie. (Apple Pie and Sunshine by Mary Walkden)

Once, though, during a lull in conversation, he brought a bone from his pocket, held it above the centre of the table and said, ‘I think he was a pilgrim.’ (The Archaeologist by Andy Parrott)

It was in the shape of some poor animal with its mouth open which was appropriate for Mrs Blake never let an opportunity pass to tell you what she thought. (Attachments by Jack O’Donnell)

The kitten scratches me but I am unhurt for it is a symbolic kitten representing my compassion. (Authority by Katy Darby)

Once met, the fog rolled easily in again. (The Baby by Rachel Shukert)

‘I escaped for the sake of my children – they’ll not be dragged back to the bogs and the busybodies.’ (Back to the Land by Nicola Taylor)

Her brother didn’t say anything and I didn’t like to ask. (The Beautiful Game by Jean Blackwell)

I snuck a look at my brother’s Code Book for some inspiration (Toby is a secret agent in his spare time). (Betsy Fudge & the Big Silence by Maureen Vincent-Northam)

The members were ruthless when a badge was at stake. (Birds of a Feather by Lauri Kubuitsile)

Knowing still that theirs was a marriage of enemies not allies they marched to the registrar hand in hand. (Blow by Blow by Jane Thomas)

But his were not gentle ways. (Call Centre by Elizabeth Reeder)

The language police hadn’t cracked that code yet or all his clientele would be lost by now, in translation. (Channelling Blues by Sylvia Petter)

‘Noodles.’ (Chatting in the Closet by Tim Maguire)

His left eye twinkled and kept the bad dreams away. (The Cloud Dragon by Sarah Ann Watts)

Her face is shiny and her hair is parted in a funny way from where she’s been running her fingers through it. (Clubs and Societies by Deborah Fielding)

The memory sticks. (Coming, Ready or Not by Jac Cattaneo)

And one time I got a text not to ride home with Alan Pierce, you know, on that Wednesday when he had the accident. (Contact by Jason E. Thummel)

You don’t want him to catch you looking. (Dinner for Two by Trevor Belshaw)

The dragons of the land looked upon her with greed. (Dragons by Fionnuala Murphy)

The second thing he noticed were the boots floating in puddles. (Emergency Response by MCM)

Something red. (Emily’s Stone by Julia Bohanna)

He knows that she is watching him the whole time he’s at the counter. (The Encounter by Francesca Burgess)

He’s out at sea most of the time, riding the flurries and swirls of the Atlantic, but when there’s enough storm heading our way, he’ll find passage back to Cornwall. (Enohn Jarrow, a Warning by Emily George)

‘Stop bugging me about them wings,’ her Momma said. (Escape from Crete by Ozzie Nogg)

For the past few days there has been rawness to the air that makes smiling easier than usual. (Eve by Billy O’Callaghan)

Just a yellow taxi, nothing worth remembering. (Fleeting Thoughts by Nadene Carter)

‘But it felt real,’ he’d said. (Folding Paper by Debz Hobbs-Wyatt)

Over Harold’s Cross Bridge. (The Forgetting by Layla O’Mara)

The problem was, Sharon couldn’t sleep. (The Garden by Gwen Grant)

Nineteen hours later, (Going, Going … Still Going by Danny Gillan)

March 10, 2010 Posted by | Books, Current Affairs, Fiction, science fiction, Web/Tech, Weblogs, writing | , , , , | 1 Comment

Reflections and goals.

I was already figuring on looking back at my short list of geeky goals for 2009 and consider the things I want to get done in 2010, and these two posts from a couple of my fellow GeekDad writers put me in the mood to go ahead and take care of it tonight.

So, to revisit my resolutions inspired by the now-defunct Geeks group at Propeller, which I blogged on the last day of 2008:

Install/learn a Linux operating system on one of our home computers and bid adieu to Windows.

Done, thanks to friends Keith and Pete. And while we still keep Windows on one machine for Jenn & Kelsey’s easy use of iTunes and Rhapsody, all the rest of our work has been on our new Ubuntu systems, all speedy and virus-free.

Beat The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess.

Two years after getting the game and setting it aside for long stretches when I got stuck, I finally managed to complete this quest on same weekend I ran the Towpath Marathon, and I did it without hints or cheating.

Find someone to write a foreword for Collect All 21!
David Morgan-Mar graciously answered the call, which, coupled with an awesome cover redesign by Kirk Demarais, made for a great re-launch.

What the heck – find a publisher for both Collect All 21! and Crossing Decembers.

Okay, that’s a FAIL on both counts, but I did learn some good lessons this year in that department.

Tackle another book-length fiction project.

Another FAIL, although I do have probably two-thirds of another non-fiction book finished.

At the other end of the spectrum, land a few more Thaumatrope submissions and some stuff for the upcoming Everyday Weirdness.

Done and done: Thaumatrope ran two pieces of Twitter fiction, and Everyday Weirdness published “August.”

And while it wasn’t on my geek list of resolutions, I’m proud to say I did achieve one other major goal this year, running and finishing my first marathon.

Additionally, though it wasn’t by choice, I did begin my career as a work-at-home writer and editor, which has always been my goal.

As for 2010, while there are some specifics I’ll get to in a few minutes, I realized that most of them will evenutally be met if I can just go to bed every night knowing that I honestly put an effort into writing, running and organizing. In fact, I’ve designed my first-ever flowchart as a reminder, defining daily success as hard work in two out of those three areas:


When I started putting this together, I found myself quickly getting a little too specific: Should I differentiate writing and editing I do for work from my personal blogging or working on books or story ideas? Should I put a mileage goal on here, or specifically mention that the “organization” is really about getting my office in order once and for all? I decided to leave the chart in its simplest form, though, because you know what? I damn well better KNOW by now what each of these daily goals means, and I ought to be able to be honest with myself and not say, “Well, I RAN to the mailbox and I WROTE four Tweets and I CLEARED six square inches of desk space, so, Yay Me It’s Time For Rock Band.”

Writing-wise, I will say that I want to have that nonfiction book finished in the next few months, and that I’m aiming to have some serious fiction done by the end of the year, too.

As for running, I don’t yet know what, if any, specific goals I’ll put forth this year. I’m not sure I feel like another marathon yet, so I might put my effort into doing a really hard two-mile or five-mile run, or maybe a half-marathon. Or maybe I’ll come up with some sort of total mileage goal, like 1000 miles in 2010, which seems pretty reasonable.

The organization is mostly in terms of finishing painting my office and getting my workspace the way I want it, ditching and sorting and saving and displaying and shelving all these piles of stuff.

What most of it can be boiled down to is making good use of all this butt-in-chair time and the hours spent in my little room in the northwest corner of our house.

Deep breath.

One day down. (It was a WIN.)

January 2, 2010 Posted by | Fiction, geek, video games, Web/Tech, Weblogs, writing | , , , , | 2 Comments

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