As Athena

I wrote this yesterday. Somehow, the bits that I write at work often don't seem to make it into my journal. This time I posting it. It's probably not of much interest to anyone but me, but I want to remember the feeling.
( sprung, fully formed, from his head )

A sense of relief

After the agonies of yesterday, at work, (funny how much it can hurt to give birth to an idea; it makes that metaphor seem almost apt) today seems quite stolid and ordinary by comparison. I still like my idea from yesterday, but it has lost the brilliance of newness. I am no longer convinced that it is a great idea, or one of the best I’ve ever had. It’s a good idea, but it still needs plenty of work and wouldn’t necessarily come out well.

And, no, I’m not going to tell you what it is. This one I want to keep to myself, at least for now.
( I will, however, tell you a bunch of largely unrelated other things )

Executore Elise

So I says to myself, 'Self, you need to get your scanner installed so you can upload that sketch of Elise.'

And tonight, I get home and set about doing that.
( Three reboots, a hunt for the CD key on Photopaint, a search for WS FTP on the web, and a scramble for my website account password later ... )