What went before ONE: And! Finished reading. My text for today was Accepting the Lance.
I now want to sleep for five days, but that’s not going to happen, so instead I will open the SFWA past president survey that I foolishly agreed to answer, right after I serve Happy Hour.
I’m looking at my weekly Get These Things Done calendar, and, yeah — MAYbeeee…Friday?
Everybody stay safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.
What went before TWO: Wow. Started to work for SFWA as first! full! time! executive director in 1997; elected vice president in 2001; president in 2002.
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Thursday. Sunny and warmish. House has been picked up for Ashley.
I am a tired woman, part X of a continuing series.
Breakfast was oatmeal with cranberries, because I’m tired, and it was there. Lunch will be, um? Oh. Turkey fillets defrosting in the fridge; they may be ready. If not, there’s still that yam the affections of which I’ve been toying with for a week.
Tonight is ASL class — first of the second semester. I do not feel prepared, ref “tired” above, but, yanno — onward.
One of the things I suspect of contributing to feeling tired is that some people are reading Diviner’s Bow and have Just! Learned! through the magic of reading the back flap of the hardcover, that Steve has died. Some are writing to express their condolences, which is very nice of them, but the weight of other people’s emotions is exhausting.
I’ve got an expanding file of stuff that I need to go through, and throw away the things I no longer need, so I’ll be doing that while Ashley’s here.
I’m probably not going to get any new writing done today, though I do have two handwritten scenes I should transcribe. My handwriting’s not so bad as my shorthand — reading cold shorthand is a real challenge, just one down from trying to read somebody else’s shorthand — but I really should type it before I forget what on earth I was thinking.
It’s not supposed to rain today, so I might just take the throw rugs outside and hang them over the deck railing to get some fresh air and sunshine.
I’m reading Check and Mate, which is set in the World of Chess, book provided by a kind friend who wanted to know how accurate the representation of said Chess World is. So far — I’m about halfway through — and it seems pretty accurate to me, remembering that all of my “familiarity” with said World came at second and third hand. Certainly, the misogyny is accurate; Steve kept trying to recruit girls/women to his chess club down in Maryland, but it remained a guys-only environment. The passion is also accurate — yes, you can Win! Big! Money! playing chess, but like, oh, writing, or tournament golf, or other endeavor where passion is a necessary component to even minor success — the return is far, far less for most than the investment. All that said, it was a minor shock to see Judith Polgar mentioned, as I knew somebody who knew somebody who knew the Polgar sisters. OTOH, they certainly belong in a book discussing the Chess World and the limited access thereto.
FWIW, Steve threw a guy out of a tournament for wearing a tshirt that said, “Woman chess player is an oxymoron.” So there was that.
And that’s what I’ve got this morning.
What’ve you got this morning?
Today’s blog post title brought to you by Boston, “Rock & Roll Band”
Oh. For those wondering what in heaven’s name the woman was *doing* yesterday, that would be this:
Yes, I understand the “weight of other people’s emotions.” It’s difficult enough–sometimes beyond what seems possible–to bear the weight of our own. So, are all those tags a result of the *idea* that woke you up yesterday? Hope today feels better!