Not all there

To the people at the gym this morning--sorry for ignoring you and/or nearly running into you, but while my body was present my brain was still several hundred miles away with the characters I'd created. I'd hit that stage of story where there's no room to think of anything else. In fact I was tempted to prop my netbook on the bike and type away, but I figured the sweat would quickly shortcircuit it.

After I got home from lunch out with friends I managed to finish the short story that had been consuming my brain. It was tons of fun to write, but isn't particularly marketable. Unless, of course, I manage to convince DAW to buy an anthology of "Weird Stories That Don't Fit Anywhere Else."

Which isn't the worst idea I've had today.

Meanwhile, back at the day job, we have entered that blessed period called quarter close, where 5AM starts are the norm, and the databases groan and crash under the weight of user activity. Not quite sure how I'll manage next week, when I'm combining early morning starts with late nights as Binghamton celebrates Restaurant Week, but guess I'll figure it out. At the very least I'll be a well-fed, sleep-deprived code monkey.