I believe that I've sworn off Wikipedia. At least for the foreseeable future. But not because of any loss of interest or faith in the project. I'd simply allowed it to become one of those things into which I pour vast amounts of time and energy and thought, when, truthfully, I've hardly a moment of any of those things to spare. Since March, I must have written almost sixty articles, and edited/amended/expanded many times that number. And the amoebic bean counter & book balancer in me finally put her pseudopod down and said no more, dear child. It's not that Wikipedia is not a noble effort, for it surely is, but only that, as the bean counter & book balancer reminds me, I cannot presently afford to write what I'm not being paid to write. And it's a goddamn crying shame, but our lives are filled with shame. Or so I'm told. Anyway, I've been wikifree for at least two weeks now, maybe three...I'm not quite sure when I stopped. I loose track of the ends of my addictions.
And I regret to report that I did not manage to finish "The Cryomancer's Daughter" today, though I made a valiant effort and must certainly have come within a thousand words of the end.
I'm sleepy and need to be in bed.
But first, a reminder that we've begun the third and final round of the summer eBay auctions. Congratulations to the Rev. Margo for sweeping in and scoring the limited edition of Silk, signed by me and Poppy and Clive Barker, only minutes after it was listed. A very good start to this round, indeed. Okay. Now I'm going to have a heart-to-heart with my pillow and maybe something by Robert McCloskey or Dr. Seuss. 'Night.