That's how many words "The Lyons' Den" is now up to. Spread over 258 pages. I'm printing it up even as I write. It'll be interesting to see how it reads in a hard copy. I usually find lots of typos and mistakes that way, and come up with new directions to take everything. But I'm getting close. I think.
Tomorrow I'm working on my taxes. I want to get them done, at least, even though I won't be submitting them till the 15th of April. I have to pay and I'm still saving the money for it, since I haven't put anything into it since I started working. I've been just trying to catch up, financially.
No trip to Paris, again. Not enough Americans are going to justify sending me over. So I guess I'll have to aim to do that on my own. Dammit. If I get to go to London for Olympia, I may arrange to stay a couple extra days and take the Chunnel across. If I don't, I won't.
I've been trying to avoid paying any attention to politics, lately, because it depresses me so much. The GOP doing everything it can to make its masters happy -- cutting taxes on them, environmental regulations, crushing unions, taking us back to 1910 in so many ways; the Democrats normally rolling over and playing dead. That the standoff in Wisconsin between that Koch whore, Scott Walker, and the unions has gone on so long is one of the small miracles. Unions may be a pain in the ass, at times, but they are the only powerful-enough alternative to counter a government run by the Billionaire Boys Club. I hope they win and Walker gets the boot along with all of his GOP thugs. The Tea Party will not be happy if that happens, reason enough to pray for it.
Tomorrow I'm working on my taxes. I want to get them done, at least, even though I won't be submitting them till the 15th of April. I have to pay and I'm still saving the money for it, since I haven't put anything into it since I started working. I've been just trying to catch up, financially.
No trip to Paris, again. Not enough Americans are going to justify sending me over. So I guess I'll have to aim to do that on my own. Dammit. If I get to go to London for Olympia, I may arrange to stay a couple extra days and take the Chunnel across. If I don't, I won't.
I've been trying to avoid paying any attention to politics, lately, because it depresses me so much. The GOP doing everything it can to make its masters happy -- cutting taxes on them, environmental regulations, crushing unions, taking us back to 1910 in so many ways; the Democrats normally rolling over and playing dead. That the standoff in Wisconsin between that Koch whore, Scott Walker, and the unions has gone on so long is one of the small miracles. Unions may be a pain in the ass, at times, but they are the only powerful-enough alternative to counter a government run by the Billionaire Boys Club. I hope they win and Walker gets the boot along with all of his GOP thugs. The Tea Party will not be happy if that happens, reason enough to pray for it.
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I'm so excited about getting to read this!!
I'm excited about finally getting it done.
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