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15_minute_fic words. I suppose there are worse ways to finish a story?
This is near the start of the vision quest Denifar is sent on by his fellow mechanists, which Ekanu has finagled her way into -- ostensibly to keep him serious, but really so they'll be forced to talk about their imploding relationship without being able to run away from each other or use other people as distractions. (400 words)
( Harvest: The Comforts of Home )
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In real life news, I need to get more sleep. Because I was tired and not thinking very clearly, I wrote a note on the daily list at work which was intended as a note to myself and therefore couched in the slightly disparaging "Do this, you idiot!" tone I use when reminding myself of assigned tasks. (I am not sure when I adopted that tone when addressing myself, but I am very unreliable about anything not directly work-related, so the disparagement is justified.) The trouble was, I wrote nothing to show that the note was intended for me rather than my coworkers, and I wrote it on the shared public worksheet rather than a sheet of scrap paper in my own box.
AO quite reasonably took umbrage (in a polite way, because she is a sweetheart) at what she saw as me ordering my coworkers around as if they were misbehaving toddlers.
*wince*
So I wrote her an apology, and will apologize verbally Tuesday during work. And from now on, I will keep my self-directed notes to myself, and make sure to watch the tone of anything I write for general consumption.
15_minute_fic words. I suppose there are worse ways to finish a story?This is near the start of the vision quest Denifar is sent on by his fellow mechanists, which Ekanu has finagled her way into -- ostensibly to keep him serious, but really so they'll be forced to talk about their imploding relationship without being able to run away from each other or use other people as distractions. (400 words)
( Harvest: The Comforts of Home )---------------------------------------------
In real life news, I need to get more sleep. Because I was tired and not thinking very clearly, I wrote a note on the daily list at work which was intended as a note to myself and therefore couched in the slightly disparaging "Do this, you idiot!" tone I use when reminding myself of assigned tasks. (I am not sure when I adopted that tone when addressing myself, but I am very unreliable about anything not directly work-related, so the disparagement is justified.) The trouble was, I wrote nothing to show that the note was intended for me rather than my coworkers, and I wrote it on the shared public worksheet rather than a sheet of scrap paper in my own box.
AO quite reasonably took umbrage (in a polite way, because she is a sweetheart) at what she saw as me ordering my coworkers around as if they were misbehaving toddlers.
*wince*
So I wrote her an apology, and will apologize verbally Tuesday during work. And from now on, I will keep my self-directed notes to myself, and make sure to watch the tone of anything I write for general consumption.
