words, words, words.
Jul. 3rd, 2011 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishThings to do, some of which may be done today:
0) Put in another 2-3 hours of Work to make up for the completely wasted afternoon on Thursday[1].
1) Write an intro email to VP listserv.
2) Write a review of Eleanor Arnason's A Woman of the Iron People for the Medialog and submit it to SF Mistressworks.
3) Write about Harmony and Rocket Girls for the Medialog.
[spoiler: I liked all three of the above, in different ways and for different reasons.]
4) Contact my parents, via email or phone.
5) Write some postcards, now that I have some and the mailstrike lockout is over.
6) Email various people to whom I owe email.
7) Email locals in an attempt to create a local social network.
8) Start writing the next story, for which I have a potential title ("Southbound"?) and a vague idea.
... wow, that looks like a lot of words. Better get started.
[1] Thursday from 11:30 was supposed to be "walk to celebratory crepe lunch, pick up a smart from the smart carshare, dropuilos at Waterfront Station to sort out some ZipCar stupidity, drive back to the vicinity of home, talk to the bank about a wire transfer and credit limit, go home having taken at most a couple hours for this, and finish the workday." I hadn't reckoned with Vancouver being the least car-friendly city I've ever encountered. Unlabeled one-way streets and no left turns off Georgia meant I had both unexpected death-defying incidents and an unexpected trip through Stanley Park and across the Lions Gate bridge, which was very pretty but not really something I wanted to be paying $0.35/minute to see twice. Nor had I reckoned with the left hand/right hand ignorance of Vancity Credit Union and Vancity Visa. Five hours and an extra trip on foot to the bank later, I get to wait 'til Monday to see if the credit limit's been sorted, because everything was closed on Friday for Canada Day. At which point I gave up on the rest of the day.
0) Put in another 2-3 hours of Work to make up for the completely wasted afternoon on Thursday[1].
1) Write an intro email to VP listserv.
2) Write a review of Eleanor Arnason's A Woman of the Iron People for the Medialog and submit it to SF Mistressworks.
3) Write about Harmony and Rocket Girls for the Medialog.
[spoiler: I liked all three of the above, in different ways and for different reasons.]
4) Contact my parents, via email or phone.
5) Write some postcards, now that I have some and the mail
6) Email various people to whom I owe email.
7) Email locals in an attempt to create a local social network.
8) Start writing the next story, for which I have a potential title ("Southbound"?) and a vague idea.
... wow, that looks like a lot of words. Better get started.
[1] Thursday from 11:30 was supposed to be "walk to celebratory crepe lunch, pick up a smart from the smart carshare, drop
uilos at Waterfront Station to sort out some ZipCar stupidity, drive back to the vicinity of home, talk to the bank about a wire transfer and credit limit, go home having taken at most a couple hours for this, and finish the workday." I hadn't reckoned with Vancouver being the least car-friendly city I've ever encountered. Unlabeled one-way streets and no left turns off Georgia meant I had both unexpected death-defying incidents and an unexpected trip through Stanley Park and across the Lions Gate bridge, which was very pretty but not really something I wanted to be paying $0.35/minute to see twice. Nor had I reckoned with the left hand/right hand ignorance of Vancity Credit Union and Vancity Visa. Five hours and an extra trip on foot to the bank later, I get to wait 'til Monday to see if the credit limit's been sorted, because everything was closed on Friday for Canada Day. At which point I gave up on the rest of the day.