¦ dialling in from Jesus Mound ¦
15:34 GMT, Thursday 9th April 2009. Sitting at the oak refectory table. The bright sunlight has been swallowed up by dark clouds - threatening rain. I arrived here late last night, around midnight, after a long drive from work with Oj. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow on the big sofa bed in what was dad's room. Jo left early this morning to drive to Darlington for a meeting. I had a lie in - savouring the fact I don't have to work for the next few days. Of course, it doesn't mean I can rest my brain: I've been compiling all the feedback/reviews from play-testers of "Shadows of the Quantinex" now that they've finished. I'm aiming to complete the final overhaul of the Beta version during next week with a view to launching a polished 1st Edition end of April. Lots to do. Today I've been making pen/paper notes about the computer networks within the story that characters may want to tackle; and also noting down ways to make improvements to issues highlighted in the feedback.
I had a moment of grumpiness this morning when I learned a couple of people are "in a mood" with me because I haven't responded to email or facebook messages. I was really fekked-off because I have a stack of messages I've chosen not to look at for weeks now; I'll look at them when I schedule some time in but right now I'm focussed on getting some major creative projects finished whilst the ideas are fresh in my head... oh, and holding down a full-time job too. So no apologies from me. It left me raging for a while. I started to walk into town from Jesmond but then realised I’d not eaten - not helping my mood, so I backtracked to Acorn Road and went into Greggs. Warm pastry - steak slice. Yum-city. I drifted around the back lanes wolfing it down and feeling my mood lift. Thank you Greggs.
Djr