Another interminable stretch of time in this tropic hell …

 
gen_remix has made its assignments, and I have two months to remix a story by my allocated author. I’ll try not to wait as long this time to get seriously into the project; even 300 words a day, day after day, would get me through a 9,000-word story in a month, and I doubt I’ll do anything near that long. Probably 5,000 words would be enough to tell a decent story without going overboard.

I believe I’ve identified which story was my daughter’s submission to remix_redux; I e-mailed my guess to her (as she did with me, she outed me within a day), and I’m waiting for her response. I’m pretty sure I guessed right, but her growth as a writer was almost enough to throw me off, that and the fact that she stayed within the outlines of someone else’s story. I’ve always — I think — had more inborn talent than she does, but she’s developing her abilities a lot more quickly than I did at that age.

Recent word from my insurance company: no, standard liability doesn’t cover hit-and-run damage. Based on the last repair bill (from when my son — as a new driver — had brief possession of my vehicle), it’ll likely cost me a little over a month’s pay to set things right. This is not happiness you see.

Almost to another weekend. How can I keep up this pace? — 8 to 4, five days a week, with air conditioning and outdoor theaters and basic cable in my room, and only two open bars (that I’ve found so far) in walking distance of my lodgings? I uploaded a new userpic to reflect the hardships I’m facing, and I may make it my default until I finish this horrendously taxing tour of duty.

Word of wisdom for the day: You don’t have to vote Republican, as long as you vote against the Democrats. (Bunch of brie-eating surrender monkeys.)