February 10, 2004
My subconscious hates me
I've already heard back some promising news on "Sic Transit Gloria"--by no means is it an assured acceptance, but I've gotten some very encouraging comments already. Encouraging enough to make me smile, at least.
So last week at Write Club I outlined the second draft of Exile's Daughter furiously on Julie's spare laptop (which she graciously lets me use, since mine is on the fritz). I outlined a chapter, came up with a new subplot, all sorts of goodness, only to realize that I hadn't brought a diskette with me to bring my file home. There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth, and I haven't done a thing on it since then. (It's made a nice excuse.)
Fast forward to this week's Write Club. I remembered to bring my diskette! I outlined my new subplot! Another chapter down!
Then I got home. And after a careful check of my belongings, sent this email:
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From: Lisa Nichols
Date: Tuesday, February 10, 2004 11:29 PM
To: Julie
Subject: I am a big dummy.
Could you possibly bring the diskette I left in your computer to Buffy on Thursday? Thanks. :)
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Oy.
