Star Trek Has Nothing on Me

I'm referring to the Star Trek folk's ability to leap about, with all the grace of gazelles, through many different time zones/dimensions/bits of the space-time continuum, often simultaneously. I'm doing a lot of that myself lately.

For example, this week I finished off what I hope is the absolutely last emails about changes to the American Questors which, in fact, I finished WRITING three years ago. I also put back IN all the italics and half the paragraphing that the galley proof programme took OUT of Ely Plot, which, in fact, I finished WRITING a year ago. And then I got stuck back into the WRITING of Ice Road (Book Three of Wickit Chronicles) which even if things go really really well won't be PUBLISHED until half way through 2008.

If I were a journalist, there would be some sort of immediacy between the words being written and the words being read.

"Well, what about this site?" you cry. "This is a blog site, for crying out loud - how much more immediate do you want?!?"

You're right. Of course you're right. I write. A few seconds later, you read. Or even ...

... how about this for fast service? My last entry was posted Saturday afternoon. I know it was. I was there! And then, when it appeared on the internet, it had the date of THE PRECEDING THURSDAY blazoned across the top.

There are times when I have been heard to cry, "Cap'n, the engines'll no take it!" But retroactive globbing is not one of those times.

Cheers, Joan.