I’ve been working on a major project for White Wolf Games for most of the last few months, and it’s finally done. I submitted it to the publisher late last night, celebrated with my girlfriend, and played hooky from all forms of writing today.
Unfortunately, such an effort cannot last. I have comments to write about every single student I teach, every fencer I coach, and every kid living on my dormitory. That amounts to a lot of writing — about seventy individual items. The school now has a database program based on FileMaker 6.0 that does the formatting for us teachers, so I only have to type the lead paragraph of each comment once, and then one to three paragraphs for each student. The process is massively simplified over where it once was. It’s still a royal pain; the school considers the writing of these comments as being one of its core products — not only do we provide a solid education, we document that education thoroughly, three times a year. Aiee.
I also want to get back into writing about Orien, and continuing the Orien Journals series I’ve been doing. I was planning on writing the whole book in a series of journal entries, but has pointed out some weaknesses with that method. Does anyone else want to weigh in on this discussion? Feel free to comment.
I spent today organizing my laptop a little better. I’m thinking of making it my primary computer both at school and at home, and given that my iPod is connected to this machine, it makes a lot of sense to use only one machine. I have not yet successfully used my scanner with this computer, though, and this represents the most significant challenge to using this computer exclusively. I’d like to reduce my computer use to one laptop machine, and not have the desktop at all; I’m not sure I can get there quite yet.
It’s 10:30, almost, and I’m thinking about my girlfriend, . She and I have been through a lot the last few days; she met my grandma and my dad on Sunday, and we had a fairly deep conversation on Thursday, and a complicated Valentine’s Day that was not quite what either of us wanted — but was better than what we had planned. She’s moving next weekend, and so that’s my focus for then. (Tonight was comments, love, but I wanted you to know I’m thinking about you, and I love you.)