{"id":2519,"date":"2014-04-27T21:02:00","date_gmt":"2014-04-28T04:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dresan.com\/blog\/?p=2519"},"modified":"2017-04-08T20:56:10","modified_gmt":"2017-04-09T03:56:10","slug":"a-2-meter-exhaust-port-just-beneath-the-main-port","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dresan.com\/blog\/2014\/04\/27\/a-2-meter-exhaust-port-just-beneath-the-main-port\/","title":{"rendered":"A 2 meter exhaust port just beneath the main port"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Camp<\/p>\n

I had decided to take out Aprils to do do Camp Nanowrimo, but as you can see, this was thwarted by my work to finish LIQUID FIRE, which spilled over into the beginning of the month. So since then, I’ve been racing uphill to try to get back on track \u2026 and as of a few days ago, I think I can at last say I’m almost there.<\/p>\n

\"Camp<\/p>\n

What’s even more amazing is that I was able to keep up this pace even when I was out for Easter \u2026 and THEN after I caught the cruds on the flight home and ended up spending two days out sick. And it wasn’t even crashed out sick, either; we had some internal deadlines at work that I needed to keep moving forward, so I spent most of my sick days working from home, sitting on the front porch bundled up in a blanket with my work laptop on my lap, trying to massage a tricky chunk of data through our pipelines while I watched surreal scenes unfold around me, like one of our elderly neighbors getting taken to the hospital.<\/p>\n

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But I’ve grown good writing in the margins, over lunch and at dinner, whenever I can, in the corners. (I’m writing this blogpost at dinner at a nice Irish pub right now, itself squeezed in between afternoon writing group meetings and Sunday evening prep for work). So I was able to, somehow, put in my time each day massaging that data, then still spit out the chunk of words I needed, and not kill myself, or at least not make myself any sicker than I was. And by the end of the week, we had the candidate chunk of data we wanted, I had the words I wanted, and I was out a lot of cold medicine and cough drops.<\/p>\n

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The weekend was even better for me, with a great swathes of time spent Friday late night, Saturday afternoon and Sunday lunch and early evening chasing that 2 meter exhaust port just below the main port. Allmost there \u2026 now I’m just 300 words away from begin caught up. Hopefully, I’ll close that final gap late tonight. Wish me luck!<\/p>\n

Oh yes, an excerpt:<\/p>\n

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\u201cDakota,\u201d Terrance said, not turning his head towards me, eyes guiding the pointer on the screen. \u201cWhen you guys go back to see this,\u201d he said, reaching his head aside to puff at his air tube to rewind the footage, \u201cI so want to be there.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart fell. I didn\u2019t think it was safe to take a quadriplegic into a war zone. But perhaps that was just me trying to shield him; we could work the security arrangements out. I opened my mouth to warn him of the risks, but just then, he puffed, and the video played.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere,\u201d Terrance said, the red crosshair of his eye tracker active again. \u201cWatch for it!\u201d At first I saw nothing, and grimaced as my yapping mug nattered on. I was rapidly growing tired of seeing this. Then the black form moved behind me\u2014and in the red circle Terrance had laid out with his eye tracker \u2026 I saw the tail of my Mohawk brushed aside.<\/p>\n

\u201cJesus!\u201d I said, fear clutching my heart. \u201cIt touched me!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Oooh \u2026 buggedy.<\/p>\n

Now let’s blow this thing and go home!<\/p>\n

-Anthony<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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