I didn't know my new cell phone had a "vibrate" option on the ringer. Heh. Heh-heh.

There are possibilities there...but I'm sure some other fandom hack has already run the idea into the ground. I'm beginning to think the idea doesn't exist that some frenzied fans haven't beaten to death with the stick of illiterate idiocy.

Ahem. Sorry.

But I may start carrying my cellphone in my pocket more frequently.

All the more especially since today's office phone access is...sporadic. On for five seconds, off for five seconds, etc. It's driving Bernie 'round the bend. (Short trip.)

So...the weekend...what did I do?

Saturday...shopping! I bought a new pair of gray pants and two sweaters. And some pens and highlighters for use at the office (I'm particular about my pens, I never use the kind they buy at offices). And a ream of paper for home. And some potpourri.

And two presents for my boss, one for now and one for Christmas.

And three Dove bars, all of which I've already eaten. And a bag of potato chips, most of which I've already eaten. And some cheese and crackers, about half o which I've already eaten. And a sack of pumpkin seeds, 98% of which I've already eaten. And some low-fat yogurt, none of which I've eaten.

At this moment, I'd imagine my credit card and my hips are both glad I'm back at work. I brought the yogurt to eat for breakfast.

Yesterday I spent the same way I spend most Sunday. Sunk in gloom over the most recent edit of the S.E.N.

A few weeks ago, I reported with glee that I'd found a way to eliminate a huge chunk of planned text from the story. Having evaluated it calmly and rationally, I determined it would add nothing to the story and would serve no useful purpose whatsoever. Also, it saved me the pain and aggravation of writing another 20 pages of text, always a plus in my eyes.

It's probably a coincidence that since that time, the S.E.N. has been limping along like an orphaned puppy with the mange.

Or, not. Yesterday I gave up and added 75% of the deleted ideas back. As it turned out, the story did rather need that stuff. The second I rearranged the text to accommodate the proposed scenes and action, most of the structural problems with the blasted thing just seemed to melt away.

I hate a pushy story.

Also, now that I've discovered most people who are serious about writing actually slog through their prose word-by-word, struggling to create the effect they first visualized, I'm really going off writing.

At one point yesterday, when I was demonstrating to the S.E.N. my entire and total indifference to the question of whether or not it gets finished, I went back through my old files for some previously discarded piece o'debris that I might be able to resurrect.

I found two HL stories, two ideas for DS stories, some truly ghastly stuff for XF, and two essentially completed, although badly flawed OaT stories.

And one outline for an OaT story that still rather appeals to me. I always wanted to write something with a lot of mood and atmosphere.

Someone has to be a hack. Otherwise, there'd be no one for the rest of you to feel superior to.