Well, that was unexpected.

After journalling tediously about how I was going sort out the various what-nots claiming my precious time, I was whacked by that damned virus again and ended up not doing anything for a week. So, on the news front: there's been a whole lot of lying around moaning piteously, lots of reading, a really unpleasant afternoon cleaning the house while running a fever so that a builder could come and look around. That's it.

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WorldCon is coming up in only a bit over a week. We're getting excited. We haven't been to a WorldCon since 2001, and I had a trapped nerve at the time, so I was wandering around not seeing much. Last night I even had a dream about WorldCon. Except, for some reason we'd missed it, and we were meeting everyone coming back from it. Only these were people from my high school, who I haven't met in the xteen years since. They were all telling us how great it was been, and so I was considering not missing it after all. If only time worked out that neatly in the waking world.

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I've been struggling through revisions to The Sleepers. My agent doesn't like the characters in the first draft. Changing the characters without rewriting the entire novel is surprisingly difficult. I don't want to rewrite the entire novel, because I think it works and I think it's good. So I crawl on through, trying to give them more depth and make them more likeable. Ho hum. Revising sucks.