Stray bullets of incoherent thought
No time for much in the way of coherent thought expressed, but here are a few stray bullets:
"It is the engine that drives itself / But it chooses the uphill climb."
Yeah, I feel that.
Lots of great things happening at work that are demanding cool things from me. But alas, I feel I'm neither at liberty nor at an opportune moment to talk about them. (But, let's just say that I'm glad I wrote that first book.)
Work is gradually trickling in on FeedMagick. It's in an entirely too-rough-for-comfort state at the moment, but give a shout if it looks interesting to you.
Time for lunch and pizza. See you soon.