Best laid schemes...

Yesterday I'd planned to spend some time making tiny revisions to my flash fiction piece (that came so. very. close. to being bought) and beating my head against an outline for the new, improved version of Blue Danube Waltz. But I checked facebook and saw that my friend from high school was going to be in the area looking at apartments. She called me around 11 to ask if I wanted to do anything, and I said that would be cool. She was driving from Virginia, so it would be a while. She didn't call again until almost 2, and it was 2:45 before I left to meet her.

Needless to say, I didn't get anything useful done on my revisionating.

I did, however, get close to the end of the book I'm reading, Kim Stanley Robinson's The Years of Rice and Salt, which is interesting and good and giving me some weird vibes. I'll expand on that more later, once I've finished it. (It was suggested in the wake of MammothFail as an alternate history that doesn't kill off or ignore the brown people. That it is, but there's a bit of Noble Savage and a couple other tropes. I'll say up front that if you're offended by people criticising the hell out of the patriarchal desert monotheisms, you'll be offended by this book.)

Right, that was more than I wanted to get into now, but oh well.