For a second there I thought you said "Marxist."

Ha! I edit my typo out of existence to make you look crazy!

Weekend come soooooon....

Updates to both Recalibration and Latitude.

Two new stories (including Wes/Faith, Vonnie) at Recalibration, and updates to the beta resources and fanfiction page at Latitude. Anyone feeling like writing an essay on writing Wes, Buffy, Wes/Buffy, or all of the above, I would blink at you all purty-like.

SA, I need you to email me the password you wanted, so I can set up the mirror login for you. Three weeks left of work. It's KICKING MY ASSCAPS.

SA, I need you to email me the password you wanted, so I can set up the mirror login for you. Three weeks left of work. It's KICKING MY ASSCAPS.

Mmmkay. It'll be waiting when you get home.

And now I have to go write the paper that's kicking my ass.

I've got a novel finished, but by the time I finished it, the opening was completely out of whack with where the plot ended. I get so distracted by the cool stories I could write, that I don't dig into it an make both ends match. I want to try to publish it, but I've got this weird phobia about sending a good piece of work to languish with some small publisher who will only print a few hundred that won't get placed anywhere anyone can buy them.

Yeah, I've got more than "I want to be published" dreams, I've got "I want people to buy this" dreams.

I use the money I get from writing (mostly book reviews, a few articles) as Fun Money when I have other sources of income. Like, the kill fee will take me to the outlet store for my favorite designer, see if I can buy some nice Mediums rather than Larges now that I've lost 15 pounds. I am slightly too nervous as a writer to make it my primary source of income, and I tell myself that associating a pleasurable activity with another pleasurable activity (writing and leisure spending) is enough to get me to do more of the former -- though I find it mostly leads to the desire to do more of the latter.

Michele, a friend of mine (named, as it happens, Fredlet, and she's also from Texas, and she's been Fredlet from Texas for the nine or so years I've known her, and how weird is that? and she designed my website) sold a piece (review, I think) to a magazine and got $800. She now introduces the sofa she bought with the money. "Hey, this is my Writing Money Sofa!"

Heh, Deborah -- had I gotten the job I was up for in September, the money I made from this essay would've bought me a sofa as well.

Michele:

Parse error: parse error, unexpected T_STRING in /users/web/mtepper/web/portfolio/software.html on line 1

I am banging my skull against the desk. I just edited about thirty pages of stuff, split screen, reading on one screen, editing into an email on the other. The machine just flickered and reset. Edits gone.

(thump thump thump)

Argh! Nothing in AutoSave? Check the trash/recycle bin.

Fixed the link above, which is to an essay about why software stinks, as it happens.