During the last week of Clarion, I shipped two huge boxes of manuscripts and books to my workplace, with the intention of taking a few things home every day once I got back. While it's still easier than trying to find a way to schlep them home from the post office, it's still been a tremendous bother. I'm surrounded by mounds of paper at work, and my apartment is beginning to look much the same. I'm only so much into the "books/manuscripts as decoration" thing - I'd prefer to have at least some small part of my private life book-free. Just for contrast, you know?

In other news: I'm poor! Thanks to Clarion, I'll be eating Top Raman till next July, when I (hopefully) get my annual bonus and salary raise. Good thing I have so many books - I can't afford to buy any more. I'm without internet at home, and the last bit of spending money I have will go toward high speed cable. I can justify that because 1) blogging at work is a bit dicey right now, and I'd rather not use the work computer for that kind of thing; 2) I need weekend and evening access so I can email submissions; 3) I need weekend and evening access to the rest of the human race. I feel very alone right now. I mean, I'm always alone - I just like having the eavesdropping powers of the internet. It takes the edge off the state of spinsterhood I know I'll be wallowing in for the next - oh, say, forty years?

I was going to talk about writing, but now I'm too depressed.