I’m trying another new theme. One of these days I may build something all my own…or, at least, watch while someone who knows how to do it builds something for me at my direction.
But I like this one, I think I’ll leave it alone for a while. It’s more in tune with what I like to think myself all about—broad vistas, cosmic scenery, special effects. Well, maybe not so much special effects, but, you know, skiffy.
I particularly like this feature, inserting images and adding text alongside. This may be old hat to a lot of seasoned bloggers, but till now I haven’t been able to do it. It’s more the sort of thing I’ve been wanting to do. I have a lot of images that will serve fine as accent, but I don’t want them as the main attraction.
It’s Saturday and once again Donna is at work. Audit season, we don’t see much of one another. For the time being, that’s okay since I do have a book to finish. Once I get done telling you all this, I have to go back to the 1780s and get with it.
I finished the first rewrite for my new agent (in case I haven’t mentioned that previously). The alternate history is out the door. My door. She still has to pass on it and tell me it’s brilliant. Meanwhile, I’m working on the historical mystery, and this week I ran into the chapter from hell. One of those miserable pieces of writing that has a good deal of parts I don’t want to love, but embedded in a marsh of motionless gunk. I finally figured out how to fix it, but it requires throwing a lot of what’s already there in the can, and I am loathe to do it. As this is Saturday and my love is nowhere near (hell, even the dog is out of the house, at the groomer’s), I have no excuse.
So enough. I have a couple of more studied posts I want to do later—one in particular on the new Yes album, which after three weeks I still quite like—and maybe some more political kvetching, of which there is ample to kvetch about. But I must end this playing around now and do some serious work. Really. Right now. I’m going.