Strap in, hang on, and type

Jun 18, 2009

Finished the rewrite of the novelette’s ending at about 7:30 tonight. Jon was still working on the new database, or server, or something very techie. Friends came over as we’d planned days ago. Dinner was fixed ,again as planned, and we watched "Tank Girl". Like "Hot Fuzz" for us it was one of their favorite movies and when they found out I hadn’t ever seen it, well a movie and dinner night was planned. It was a good night, but due to Jon and I working so late it threw everything late and we are just now ending the evening and going to bed. It was a fun night, but the typing for six and a half hours, admittedly split up by lunch, has taken it’s toll. It was not as sprightly a gathering as it might have been on a normal work day, but our friends understood and love us anyway. Friends that last are the ones that understand that when the muse strikes hard all else takes a back seat, and the muse has neither a working timepiece, nor a sense of ocassion. When she opens the floodgates I just strap in and hang on, and type like a mad thing.