If I were...

Borrowed from Kat and Robynn in turn...

If I were a month, I’d be February, because I'm a child of summer.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday, because good things happen on Saturdays.
If I were a time of day, I'd be 11 P.M. because it's late enough to be interesting, but early enough to be awake.
If I were a planet, I’d be Earth, carrying much turmoil but ultimately the spark of life. Or maybe on my off days Eclectia, a little more volcanic.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Shapeshifting Octopus.
If I were a direction, I’d be Up.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a fold-out couch.
If I were a liquid, I’d be black tea with milk and honey.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a Lapis Lazuli, like they used in paintings in the Renaissance, and it was more precious than gold.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Pohutukawa. But I don't just come out at Christmas, in fact rather the opposite.
If I were a tool, I’d be Pliers, and don't forget the No. 8 wire.
If I were a flower, I’d be an Iris.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be Wind, huffing freshness in your face to wake you up.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a synth with a thousand voices. No, that's not enough... They have tens of thousands these days, so I'd want a hundred thousand.
If I were a color, I’d be right between royal blue and royal purple.
If I were an emotion, I’d be swinging wildly and completely unpredictable.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a Feijoa, that guava-related local that tastes sort of like banana and sort of like pear.
If I were a sound, I’d be drum 'n' bass that you can feel through your feet and into your insides.
If I were an element, I’d be Silver.
If I were a car, I’d be an old-style campervan with murals on the outside.
If I were a food, I’d be an avocado, surprisingly versatile.
If I were a place, I’d be a wild beach: cliffs, sand, waves, wind, feeling alive.
If I were a material, I’d be polar fleece.
If I were a taste, I’d be Manuka Honey: Slightly sweet with a strong dark undertone, too much for some, but very good for ya!.
If I were a scent, I’d be cider: fruity, tangy, and just a little tipsy. Yes, the smell.
If I were an object, I’d be a glass and copper candle-holder: older than I look, fragile, and holding a light safe from extinction.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be enthusiasm (whatever that looks like).
If I were a song, I’d be “Open Road Ahead.” (today, anyway)
If I were a pair of shoes, I would be Jandals (flip-flops, for the rest of you).

If I were an item of clothing, I'd be a thick sleeveless fleece with loads of pockets.

If I were a computer, I'd be a battered ThinkPad with faulty memory.

If I were a book, I'd be Taliesin by Stephen Lawhead.

If I were chocolate, I'd be Rocky Road.

If I were a cloud, I'd be Cirrus, because in my mind I fly high and cover a lot of area.

On bad typing and how not to work

I can't type very well today. I keep on making silly mistakes and having to fix them. This is a problem when my work efficiency depends on fast and accurate typing as the meaning flows into my eyes, through the translation matrix and out my fingers. I spend enough thought on the translating as it is, without the typing being messed up. And no, you do not want to know how many times I hit backspace in this paragraph.

It's 8.30 PM and I've had all three meals of the day, been to the beach and shopping, made ebooks, chatted a little online, worked on a story that's due this weekend, and generally enjoyed myself. Now we get down to the real work. I'd like to polish off a couple of thousand words of translation tonight if I can, knock the remaining total down to 11500 or so. Yes, tonight.

Windup...

Partly against my better judgement, I have just accepted a translation job of over 13,000 words. Due June 5th. Heck, what can I say, I need the cash, and it's definitely more than doable. Don't let me push it all to the last day or two this time, or I will almost certainly be dead on the 6th.

What's the bet I'll get more done alongside it than I would have without? Ebook formatting and upload, a book launch party, critiquing, finishing a serial episode for Digital Dragon, reading 17 books, reading submissions, organising the Avenir project, preparing two anthologies, and hopefully a little exercise while revisiting Season Two of Doctor Who. All that plus the builders hammering around in my basement and a flatmate moving out on the weekend, not necessarily conducive to getting lots done.

I must be nuts.

When I See You...

When I see my friends online, that little green dot, so tantalising, my finger itches to click it. We could be changing the world right now if we talked! If only I didn't have this other work to do. And the day's so beautiful. I should go out for a walk, gain some refreshment from the sea air. Again, the work stops me. And I want to talk - always, always talk - but I don't want to bother anyone, get in the way, or discover I'm in a mood that doesn't benefit you in the exchange. So I leave you alone, for now, but mark my words...the time will come.