If I don't get up at 2:00 am and start work by 3:00am, I'm doomed to work all day.  When i follow my schedule, work is done by 6am, and the rest of the day is spent reading, watching a movie or episodes of Doctor Who, or doing carpentry stuff.  What happened was I got up at 2am and was too drowsy to work for some reason.

The only thing I ( Read more... )

On my way to meeting Soli for lunch, I was crossing the street and felt my right sole flapping against my heel.  My favorite shoe was coming apart.  I told him that I'll be a little late as I needed to fix my shoe.

I went to the Handyman branch in Farmer's and bought Mighty Bond.  I tried gluing back my heel.  Both my thumbs had accidental glue ( Read more... )

Halfway - a very long way - through Atlas Shrugged, I found myself wanting to take a break from the hard business world of Ayn Rand.  I wanted to feel, which is something that the protagonists of the book rarely allow themselves to do.

So I picked up Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, which Jeanette Winterson wrote when she was 24.  That's what I was ( Read more... )

No pictures - which is good.  I often find that too many snapshots during group gatherings tends to make the occasion more like a production rather than a genuine meeting of people who have some catching up to do.  The picture-taking can be detrimental to conversation.  (Or it can be a life-saver if conversation is just that bad.)  Besides, ( Read more... )

That's it - I'm giving up on The Snow Leopard.  The first half was captivating, but once I got past that it was all "snow. sherpas. lentils. painful feet. snow. sherpas. lentils. painful feet. lentils without butter."  I scanned it to check if something would be worth it in the following chapters, but it was all "snow. sherpas...." over and over ( Read more... )

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Recently I've been obsessed with getting better at my work.

This obsession resulted in the new CelineRoque.com, where I swear I won't hold back, won't censor myself, and won't click on the "Publish" button until the articles have fermented well in my mind and have gone through some rigorous editing.

As I mentioned before, that blog is non-profit.  I ( Read more... )

Writing a creepy scene at 1:00am alone in a dark room is strictly prohibited.  It will make you ask the question "What is the creepiest scene I've ever read?" and therefore make you think of scenes from "The Historian".  This will make you stop writing because you will be constantly looking over your shoulder, afraid for your life.

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I finally finished it!


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