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I wish I could say everything was moving along swimmingly, and I had more chapters to post, more packing done, and my laundry finished over the weekend the way I was supposed to.  Then, back in reality...

I am glad the computer file transfer is done, though.  It's a huge load off my mind, and now I can work on getting the second desk out of my room.  Once I do that, I can pile boxes in that space, so I'm not tripping over them. 

Still trying to find a viable solution to my reader's circle problem.  Since I will still be living out on one end of a Metro line, and now much further from the station, there was some consideration put into moving the group to a bar or coffee house or restaurant downtown.  I'm honestly thinking of scrapping the whole night, though.  It tends to degenerate into talking about everything but books; and hey, I can enjoy a good conversational decline as much as the next person; but EVERY conversation?  I'd like to make at least a token attempt to stay on one topic for more than three seconds, thanks. (Sorry to any attendees reading.)

My hell-boss has backed off, but that usually means she's lulling you into a false sense of security, so I'm trying to fly under the radar and be prepared for whatever the newest insanity entails.  Evil woman.  I hope her son stays in Europe after June; it'd serve her right.  Okay, that was mean, being away from your family is rough.  Hey, maybe she'll follow him to Europe and stay there!!!

Chapter 12 of FAA is kicking my ass in a way I hadn't expected it to.  I kinda thought it was just gonna flow from this point forward.  And, boy, was I wrong.  What I am getting is good, though, which is why I keep working at it.  I know I have a high opinion of my own writing; you have to to face rejection and still have the confidence to send to publishers/post online/ whatever.  I think FAA is good, and I'm not at all ashamed to say it.  

Oh, and I hope draconinis reading: Daughters of Sineya will not let me reply to comments for some reason, but I'm so glad you're enjoying the story.

Back at work, after a somewhat hectic weekend of the Great Housing Search, a party, a club outing, and not a whole heck of a lot of writing.  My old stories did get approved for posting on Daughters of Sineya, which is very exciting, even if last time I checked no one had yet read or reviewed them.  I'm just going to avoid the inevitable sense of disappointment which comes from having no one read my stuff, by reminding myself that the bulk of the posters and mods for the site are in a different time zone, and that they'll likely get around to approving of me at some point.

There was one of those wonderfully poetic and primal moments which comes of having a dog and cat in a small apartment together, yesterday afternoon.  I was laying on the couch, roomie and dog were in her room sleeping.  Cheyenne came out and lay down with me, to watch some TV.  Roomie (Kate) went to use the powder room, so dog (Nicky) came to investigate the other rooms, and found us on the couch.  He walked around the coffee table, passing inches from the no-longer-purring cat, with increasing speed and anxiousness.  He did it a few more times.  He stopped in front of the TV and stared.  He circled the coffee table again, pausing to sniff Cheyenne, who was still amazingly calm at this point.  He stood in front of the TV again.  Kate came out at that point.  Nicky came back close to the couch, and barked.  That's about when all hell broke loose.  The cat started hissing and scratching (she's a tough kitty), the dog whined and barked again, we yelled at both of them.  The cat then made a mad dash in the opposite direction of all the noise, while the dog was distracted giving his mom 'what did I do?' face.  When Nicky went to investigate her hiding place, Cheyenne bolted around the other side of the box she'd gone behind, and escaped back into my room.

There are lots of boxes all over the place, right now.  We're both slow packers, and there's lots of stuff all over the apartment, in little storage nooks.  Last book club/reader's circle in the apartment tomorrow night (sniff. sniff.) which means most of the packing is currently confined to non-public areas, although I did manage to re-create the leaning tower of Pisa with plastic storage bins in the dining room.  The most unfortunate thing I can see about the large pile of boxes, is that most of them were pre-packed; not a whole lot of packing up loose things went on, yet there is a massive pile.  They do make an odd art piece, though.