ProcrastinationIdleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present. Wednesday, February 23, 2000
I've spent the last few evenings (and almost all day on the Monday holiday), working on another issue of a printed zine version of this journal. I want to do this for the two conventions that are coming up: Potlatch and Corflu. It was two years ago that I did this the first time. It's really good to have a zine to distribute at the con -- it saves postage cost, people are more likely to pick it up. I got into the zone with Publisher, reading through all of 1998 and sorting out what entries to include. The process is the kind of project I like -- repetitive, nit-picky, but absorbing. My first issue was too long, and I don't want this second (and third) to be that. I don't think I'll get the project done, though. I should have started earlier! Jack is offering to help, but it isn't the folding and stapling that will take the time -- it's the editorial process. I'm also behind on getting ready for the con, generally! So much for good intentions. I wanted to have all the rubber stamps, badge materials, toys, stuff, all packed and ready to go. I still need to pack my clothing, and take care of a few other things, also! At least I called the hotel and reserved our room today, and made sure they counted it in the convention room block. So. What lesson can I learn from this? I need to build a habit of working on my projects consistently. I need to go ahead and finish these zines now, even if I can't get them done for the conventions. Next time, I need to make a better effort to work with Jane (or whoever I should be working with) ahead of time. Procrastination -- my besetting flaw!
If I sent you a copy of my zine before, I might still have your address, and I'll send you a copy again. If you want to make sure, or if I didn't send you one then and you'd like one, email me your snail mail address. I don't know when I'll be done, but it should be soon.
I had a good time tonight in the BlogIRC chat. Lots of webloggers were there. There's a good deal of pouncing on each other. Strange that they like to role-play such active rough-houseing. One guy asked how old I was, partly because of a lull in the conversation. I told my age freely -- I'm 43 still. He said (in a private message) that my typing gave me away -- if a young girl typed as correctly (?) as me, she'd be uptight and conservative! My age came up in Xeney's forum yesterday. (Well, I guess I brought it up.) Dave Van was shocked, shocked! that I am as old as I am, since he thought I was much younger. I don't know where he developed that idea -- we've been corresponding for a long time, intermittently.
Jack had proposed that we could maybe have dinner together Tuesday night, if he stopped by on his way back home. He'd been in the tri-cities area over the weekend, then down at his parents' place. It turned out that he didn't get going in time, and it worked better if he stopped in Olympia and had dinner with his daughter H----. I was disappointed, of course, but I'll see him this weekend.
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