Guardian Angel

I spent most of yesterday recovering files from the hard drive that died recently. One thing I especially wanted to rescue was a short story called Guardian Angel I wrote recently as an exercise for the writers' group I attend. While it is not a brilliant story, I'm quite happy with it.

http://werple.net.au/~miriam/#stories

Changes. Yes, really... they're just... um... invisible

I just wasted spent the day reorganising my website. The stupid thing is that the site looks exactly the same and operates exactly the same. So what did I do?

Well, it is hard to believe, but I have this fetish for organising things. My site has grown over many, many years and I have been meaning to organise it properly for most of that time. (Yeah, it's been about a decade. I'm not a slave to my desire for order. It is just a minor fetish in the scheme of things.)

I don't know whether to feel better now that the site is laid out properly or pissed off with myself for having nothing to show for a day of work when I probably should have been earning money.