This has been a dreadfully long day. Having a little trouble focusing. I just feel out of sorts. Fucking tuesdays.
velocity:
It was fantastic.
Today is frustrating. Today is a four hour speech on why I should quit my job, load everything into my car and drive for the coast. Today is everything that's important to me getting ignored, and everything that is base and shallow and pointless demanding minute by slow fucking minute. It's a whole lot like fucking crazy.
So. Things have been better. But hey, they've...
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velocity:
At this very moment, I'm imagining what Guinness and honey popsicles would taste like. I have a thing for popsicles.
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velocity:
My god, man! What could possibly be more important than bunny watching? When that's the most important thing you have to do, it signals that everything is right with the world.
velocity:
Better? That's how good it was.
Props to the Discovery. I wrote this after Columbia, two years ago. Thought it could use drudging up.
"My earliest memory was standing in the Johnson Space Center, looking up at this thing. They had most of it suspended in clear...what is that stuff? Lucite? I don't know. Anyway, the bulk of it was in lucite, especially the tiny stuff, the ceramic flaking and the...
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"My earliest memory was standing in the Johnson Space Center, looking up at this thing. They had most of it suspended in clear...what is that stuff? Lucite? I don't know. Anyway, the bulk of it was in lucite, especially the tiny stuff, the ceramic flaking and the...
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Things have been busy. An unexpected funeral for a friend of the family, ramping up for the website, and what seems to be an endless procession of story ideas have kept me nailed to the wall. But this seemed important, so I'm writing it.
We have baby rabbits. A squirming, inchoate hive of slick little baby rabbits in our yard.
We have baby rabbits. A squirming, inchoate hive of slick little baby rabbits in our yard.
velocity:
Oh my god, I want a baby bunny. I'll wait until they're no longer slimy, though.
I went to a bookstore yesterday. Before I went in, I swore I wouldn't buy any books. I managed to only buy four books, so that's pretty good. Thing is, there was a sale on the classics. I ended up getting Moby Dick, Frankenstein, Poe's Mysteries and Poems, and The Picture of Dorian Grey. I kept picking up and then putting back down Dracula, Leaves...
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Well. It's been a little hectic, in that "doing a lot of things but not getting anything done" sort of way. La femme is on the verge of quitting her job and going freelance full time (being a graphic artist, it's an easy thing to do) and so there's a lot of "we're about to lose half our steady income" tension going around. It's not...
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flux:
Yeah, I guess maybe there should be an emphasis on indulging on food like fresh fruits of veggies which are as eucharistic to me and also not, well, muffins covered in butter.
Some friends and I have started the complicated process of setting up our own website. Right now we're going to publishing our own fiction, cuz we're pretty much sick of New York deciding what can and can't get published. What's getting put in the magazines isn't what I like to read, generally, so I'm gonna pull a DIY.
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velocity:
Sounds like a great idea. I'd love to see what you come up with.
velocity:
Yeah, but it's got to feel amazingly cool, doing what you really want to be doing. I'm at the same point, starting to devise plans for starting my own business, and it gives me a little rollercoaster thrill every time I think about it.
I don't know how many people out there reading this are writers, but for those of you who aren't, let me share a little truth. Rejection sucks. I mean, that's generally true in life anyway, but there is a special kind of suck that can only be attributed to writing stories, pimping them out to the world, and getting a pile of rejection letters as...
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cheapbastard:
They want to buy your book, but not sell it? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Well, maybe the editors' personal tastes run different from the company as a whole.
The funny thing about the broken bone situation is that it doesn't hurt too bad. Can't walk on it, that's for sure, but at least it's not throbbing. As far as I'm concerned it's just going to be a three month pain in my ass.
The funny thing about the broken bone situation is that it doesn't hurt too bad. Can't walk on it, that's for sure, but at least it's not throbbing. As far as I'm concerned it's just going to be a three month pain in my ass.
calvinbrookfield:
Melissa's parents moved to Indiana. (Why? Who knows?) Thank god. We're back. 
Went to a local science fiction convention this weekend. Fun. I stuck mostly to the writer's track, talking to editors and writers and so forth. For a couple of the panels I was more qualified than the people talking, but I kept my mouth shut unless there was a question they couldn't answer.
One of the panelists was Frederick Pohl. I like listening to someone...
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velocity:
Couldn't talk to girls until you were married? That must have made courtship difficult. I'm guessing your wife is really good at charades.
bbkaro:
Yeah, writing helps. See -- I'm already over it. (or am I just bottling again...?)
I haven't been to a con (of any kind) in ages. San Diego is calling me this summer. I may answer.
I haven't been to a con (of any kind) in ages. San Diego is calling me this summer. I may answer.