Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Muriel continues to express her little kitty needs loudly and often.
And thank goodness, the tea's come!
Monday, September 29, 2008
- Coils of Love (9900 words -- fantasy)
- Corporate Samurai (6600 words -- fantasy)
- Are We There Yet (900 words -- slipstream)
- A Martian Tall Tale (800 words -- humor fantasy)
- Anti-Logos (1900 words -- personal essay)
At least they're mostly filed now. It amazing what a bad filing system can do, but now at least everything is mostly consolidadetd -- I need to decide what to do with old critiques... they're sort of interesting but it's a little early to start a museum to critiquing.
I've run out of milk and O.J. -- so it's off to the store before writing.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
But there's still one problem; or rather two.
I recognize the eggplants, the tomatoes, the cabbages and broccoli. But I don't know what one green leafy vegetable is -- I know it's not spinach, and I suspect it might be related to kale.
And I have no idea what the long white thing is. Last time I saw something like this I called it a white carrot (it was a turnip) and Mark's never let me forget it. So, it wants to be purple, like an eggplant, except that it's mostly white; and it's long, like a cucumber -- I think I'll call it an "albino eggumber."
If you can identify either of these mystery vegetables, let me know (and send a recipe).
Last night I printed out my story marketing data so I have concrete goals for the next few days. Today is a backlog day -- there are several manuscripts that need minor tweaking so I can send them out.
Interesting dreams last night. I think my oral hygenist symbolized my anxiety about not "writing enough." OK, and I need to floss more. Then there was the "returning to school" motif; when I tried to walk passed the art building my legs stopped working -- it was like walking through molasses.
I must not have been awake.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
A rocky start this morning -- I stumbled around this morning and didn't quite get to writing at the stroke of 9 AM. Slogged forward, reminding myself to type when I stopped, and slowly the setting for a story on Mars is taking shape.
My little break is almost over, more later.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Oh well. I guess I'll have to get a copy of Akhnaten or something.
Back to the paint...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I had a lot of fun singing with the Pearwood Pipers and playing the harp between gigs. Someone liked my harping so much that he offered to post me on YouTube; he turned out to be a friend of one of the Pearwoods.
The cool moments of the faire for me were walking to the privies at 4 AM in mist illuminated by the stars of Orion. Oh yeah, the full moon (nearly) was cool, too. There were a couple of faire guests who were simply thrilled to see a harper (especially when I managed to plink out the Harry Potter Theme for them -- OK, not quite period, but they were ten and decked-out from head to toe in Hogwarts-wear). There's also something to be said for singing madrigals with a choral of forty.
OK, yeah; and I sang The Shark Song for the participant talent show (always a big hit).
Monday, September 08, 2008
They gathered together onto bingo cards and we counted how many were in each cell. Quite a few didn't get into cells; they stood, straddling the line between two or more. When this happened, we bent the cards along the cell borders, trying to force the bugs to vote one way or another. At a safe distance, circling around us, black crows watched with keen interest. They wanted to eat the bugs and hoped to peck the straddlers off of the creased cardboard -- but they'd just as happily eat the other bugs, too.
We tried shooing the crows away, but they kept returning.
Monday, September 01, 2008
We asked some friends and three of them smirked. So now I'm asking my readers.