I leave for Tokyo tomorrow. Today, I finished packing. I think. I mean, I’ve double, triple, and quadruple-checked and it appears as though I’ve remembered everything. But, of course, I won’t really know whether or not I’ve remembered everything until I actually need everything. And I won’t get around to needing everything until I’m in Tokyo. Hope not to find out the hard way.
So, hey, rather than go kindle I followed a suggestion from a blog regular and downloaded the ereader app. All well and good until I went to the ereader store to buy some books and discussed these ethereal nothings cost as much as actual books – you know, the kind you can keep and put up on a real bookshelf. Ridiculous. I’m going to go with actual books. I’ll be bringing December’s book of the month club pick, The Misenchanted Sword by Lawrence Watt-Evans (Come on! If I can read it while on vacation, surely you can make the time to check it out.) and…hmmm…not sure. I’m looking for a reasonably fat paperback to keep me busy when I’m not practicing my Japanese. Preferably something good as there’s nothing worse than lugging around a book you have intention of finishing. I’ve narrowed down my choices to: Poul Anderson’s The Boat of a Million Stars, Iain M. Bank’s The Algebraist, Ben Okri’s The Famished Road, and Tad Williams’ Otherland. Thoughts? Anyone familiar with any of the aforementioned titles?
I might also bring along the outline for my upcoming SGU season 2 script – if I can find it. After leaving it at the office and almost forgetting it at a restaurant, I seem to have misplaced it on the home front. Bad luck or more a case of my subconscious ensuring I leave my work behind for a couple of weeks?
No. Seriously. Where the hell is that damn outline?! I brought it back with me last night so it must be around here somewhere. Come one! Don’t make me pick through the garbage!
Okay, it’s not that big a deal. I mean, I have copies. But it would be nice to be able to reference everyone’s notes that I made a point of writing down on that hard copy. And yet …
It never fails. Every time I submit a script, someone in the room will point that I failed to incorporate one of their notes? Was it a creative decision? An inability to make it work? Sheer ego? Nope. Truth be told, my handwriting is so bad that I’m often incapable of deciphering my the sanskrit-like scribbles adorning the headers, footers, and margins. What’s that? “Rush puts the tuber inside the camry”? Was that really Carl’s note?
Nope, I’m actually better off without those scribbles to confuse the issue.
Yep, better off just working from memory.
Yep, much better off.
Fine! I’m off to root through the damn garbage.