Cranky meter–high

Wiscon has been set in stone. I have my membership. I have my flight. Unfortunately, I won’t be arriving much before 9P on Thursday, but I will be there.

You had better show, too.

No words (which means a total of zip this month, and after such a good start in January. *is sad* I’ve been attempting to get Bashak’s character arc down pat, and the middle (no surprise there!) is murky. As in opaque. As in now what the hell do I do with this character besides toss him out the window?

I’m going to have to have a chat with him. From the Bashak at the end, where he is repentant, insecure, now that his worst fears have come true, and nearly died. I’m hoping his memories will give me a pointer, because geez. There’s so much to throw away otherwise. Including the bird. Which is fine. Kill the bird off. There won’t be so much as a feather left floating in the air.

You can tell how much this hurts me.

I’m opening that file again today and playing with it after I write Bashak’s little explanation of what he was thinking and feeling.

And maybe what’s-his-name’s too. If you’ve got a voice in your head arguing with you, it ought to be heard. (Oh, yes, and find him a name also. Because WHY NOT? Other than I am lazy and my avoidance level is high.)

School has been rough. Not so much for me personally, but for others around me. A few of us vanished into a local restaurant for margaritas yesterday. That helped. And on the way home, I realized that what I thought has been a pretty bad bout of allergies might actually be a cold. D’oh.

I was in bed by 8:30P. Yes, I’m a wuss. Not much better for the extra rest this morning, although I’m more awake. Which is a plus. Because now I can berate myself for being stupid.

So if only the throat would stop feeling like sandpaper, all would be good. And if Monday would go away, say, because Monday is a full-day meeting for me instead of being in the classroom. Being unable to just say no to people sucks some days. I’m not even going to mention the union squabbles regarding class size reduction or how many jobs it would save or how the people responsible for the union CAN’T COMPREHEND PERCENTAGES, because really. 2½ percent over three years isn’t a total of 7½ percent the third year. D’oh.

Ahem. *lowers her quills*

I guess I’ll be adding another nap into the equation. Maybe that will help the crankiness.

Miracle for the week: The Eldest Child has opened a Roth IRA. O.O