Another day, dull as dishwater, here in the Last Frontier. The rain has stopped, but the sun hasn't really come out and the temperature is in the mid-50s. This remains one of the most miserable summers that I can recall.
Got the weekly report from my realtor regarding website activity involving my listing. The numbers have been gradually going up. Hopefully, I'll have a buyer soon.
Not a lot else going on. I'm working my way through a couple of books that, honestly, aren't that interesting. I've been trying to write, but I'm not happy with anything I've produced. So I wind up saving it and coming back to it later, only to find it has lost all interest for me.
Still alive and feeling a bit blah. - G.

Rain, rain, go away...

It's a miserable day here in Anchorage.
It's been raining all morning and the sky is just the particular shade of gray that makes everything feel 'blah.'
On top of the horrible weather, I'm still waiting to hear about the upcoming temp job. I was told it would probably start today, but no news yet. And, honestly, if people expect me to get up at nine in the morning when I don't have to, they should really think again.
In addition, I'm feeling faintly nostalgic. Comic-Con was this last weekend in San Diego. I haven't gone to the Con in years, because it's just gotten too big and too crowded, but I still get nostalgic when it rolls around. Ah! Good memories!
Still alive and staring out the window, at the rain. - G.

Hi-ho! Hi-ho!

It's off to work, I go.
I've got a temp job lined up for the next couple of weeks. Basically, I'll be scanning files into a computer for the VA.
It sounds dull as dishwater, but the pay's not bad and it'll get me out of the house for a while.
So, that's a relief.
Still no nibbles on the home sell front. Bit depressing, but I'm not worried. It's only been a few weeks. And last night I ran into Coworker Leroy from The Job, who expressed an interest in maybe buying the place and renting it out.
So, I have options.
Now, if only the damned howler monkey kids across the way would shut the hell up the day would be just fine.
Still alive and mildly vexed at the neighbors. - G.

Haven't been up to much the last few weeks. Yesterday marked the one month anniversary since I left The Job.
This morning I had planned on getting up and moseying down to the local Barnes & Nobles. They have open interviews early Monday morning, before the store opens, and I thought I might as well toss my hat into the ring.
The only thing is, I woke up, shut off my alarm, rolled over and went right back to sleep.
Ah well. There's always next week.
But I really need to find something to do. The walls of my condo, they are starting to close in on me.
Still alive and getting restless. - G.

Self-published is still published. Right?

So, I'm published.
Yay, me.
What did I publish, you ask? An RPGless sourcebook called Winter City, The City of Marvels.
I've been working on it, off and on, for about a year. Then, being unemployed and all, I decided to go ahead and publish it.
Granted, it's being published on Lulu.com, but that's still published.
It's been an interesting experience. Lulu is pretty user-friendly, but I had some problems uploading my file. I write in WordPerfect and when I saved the file as a RTF, it shifted my tabs. I got that problem fixed and uploaded it again, only to discover that the RTF transfer had added blank pages that threw off the page numbering on my Table of Contents page. So, got that fixed and went back to having problems with the tabs on the TOC page.
At that point, I pretty much threw my hands up and gave in. It's a 134-page resource book for geeks. I don't think a couple of misaligned tabs on one page is going to detract from the content. If that makes me unprofessional? Well, so be it.
I think people will like the content. The book gives a history of the city, an overview of the neighborhoods, snapshots of local businesses, the city government, major industries, prominent people and ideas for campaigns.
It's copyrighted and has an ISB # and everything!
I've already got a follow-up project in mind. I think I'll start on that tomorrow. At least it'll keep me off the street.
Right?
Right!
Still alive and happily published. - G.

Rumbles in the Tummy

As I sat here, today, contemplating what to write, my stomach began to gurgle and groan like a West Virginia still. I have no idea what's going on internally, but the sounds are disturbing. And loud. What the hell is up with that?
True, the last thing I ate was a box of Cheeze Nips, but I'm not lactose intolerant or anything. So what the heck is going on?
And on top of that, I've got a funny tickle in the back of my throat.
I really hope I'm not coming down with a summer cold.
That's all I need.
On the positive side of things, though, at least I don't have to worry about taking sick leave.
Still alive and feeling odd. - G.