Wednesday, June 23, 2004
If someone can tell me how to convert my aeons-to-download website photos into thumbnails, I would be forever in their debt.
Too many mixed feelings to post much here, and no real time to do it. I am going to get very, very drunk over the weekend.
Too many mixed feelings to post much here, and no real time to do it. I am going to get very, very drunk over the weekend.
Friday, June 18, 2004
My novel is really looking like a novel now.
I found out - finally - how to do page numbering the way I wanted to (each chapter being a different file), added headers and put the text into 1.5 line spacing. It looks nice. And I'm on the final chapter and really happy with the way it's turned out. Next week, with gf in Glastonbury telling everyone what to do, I'm determined to finish it. Time off to watch Neighbours and the news, but that's about it, until Saturday, which is carnival day in Penzance, and me and a friend have an agreement to get very drunk, since we only have to stagger back to my place.
Talking of which - I peered out of the skylight the other day and discovered the source of the cheeping sound I could hear - two fluffy seagull chicks. They wander up and down, and have no fear of me; they just turn their heads to me when I speak and ask me for food. Mother Seagull eyed me suspiciously for a while, but today she came and settled down on the open skylight window. So now Homer the pigeon has company/competition.
Next week I will get down to emailing people I need to email. Those who haven't been in touch, get in touch. Or else...
I found out - finally - how to do page numbering the way I wanted to (each chapter being a different file), added headers and put the text into 1.5 line spacing. It looks nice. And I'm on the final chapter and really happy with the way it's turned out. Next week, with gf in Glastonbury telling everyone what to do, I'm determined to finish it. Time off to watch Neighbours and the news, but that's about it, until Saturday, which is carnival day in Penzance, and me and a friend have an agreement to get very drunk, since we only have to stagger back to my place.
Talking of which - I peered out of the skylight the other day and discovered the source of the cheeping sound I could hear - two fluffy seagull chicks. They wander up and down, and have no fear of me; they just turn their heads to me when I speak and ask me for food. Mother Seagull eyed me suspiciously for a while, but today she came and settled down on the open skylight window. So now Homer the pigeon has company/competition.
Next week I will get down to emailing people I need to email. Those who haven't been in touch, get in touch. Or else...
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Just in case you haven't yet got your copy... Foyles is easy to steal from!
Necrologue won a Lambda Award! Apparently overseas entries (the award is from the States) don't often get a look in. I'm well pleased, of course, and can't wait to be able to put it on my website.
Monday, June 07, 2004
OK! I can post to this but I can't view my blog for 'security reasons'. If only it was that subversive!
Oh, I heard that Ronald Reagan died on Saturday night. Huzzah!
Oh, I heard that Ronald Reagan died on Saturday night. Huzzah!
A quick post, bearing in mind I'm now netless at my new home.
The move went smoothly. I felt sorry for the poor removers, labouring up three billion stairs with all our gear, but they were well paid for it.
Penzance is hot, I think everywhere is, but I DON'T LIKE IT. I knew the main streets of the town fairly well, but this morning I started wandering down alleyways and found myself at the library with no problem at all. My computer is not yet set up, so I'm a bit frustrated in a writerly kind of way, but nesting is kind of fun, too.
We appear to have adopted a homing pigeon. Ze keeps sitting out on skylight window, begging for food. We've called him 'Homer' for obvious reasons. A family of crows (I think) is nesting in the rafters next to us. Yesterday we heard the babies cheeping excitedly for worms. In the mornings, the grown up crows argue on the rooftops below us. It's rather nice. Oh, and a butch dyke works in the amusement arcade down the road. Yay!
The move went smoothly. I felt sorry for the poor removers, labouring up three billion stairs with all our gear, but they were well paid for it.
Penzance is hot, I think everywhere is, but I DON'T LIKE IT. I knew the main streets of the town fairly well, but this morning I started wandering down alleyways and found myself at the library with no problem at all. My computer is not yet set up, so I'm a bit frustrated in a writerly kind of way, but nesting is kind of fun, too.
We appear to have adopted a homing pigeon. Ze keeps sitting out on skylight window, begging for food. We've called him 'Homer' for obvious reasons. A family of crows (I think) is nesting in the rafters next to us. Yesterday we heard the babies cheeping excitedly for worms. In the mornings, the grown up crows argue on the rooftops below us. It's rather nice. Oh, and a butch dyke works in the amusement arcade down the road. Yay!
