rejection
I got my shot at the Perky Pam Layout yesterday morning; Tuesday rather than Monday; Perky Pam took Columbo Day off. I talked with Karen a bit about the mighty Insect Slayer; she does get her Britney, but not until Monday. At least it'll make her happy. I'm more concerned with Toasty Bear, as we need to sleep warmly in the winter. It was supposed to have snowed this morning, but I don't think it did; I just think it's bitter cold. Trish may get Theresa to drive her to work.
So after Pam put a spike into my veins, full of Scientology-fucking neuraleptics (& piss on I Ron Steele), I hung aroud the Layout. Mostly, I played Freecell, & picked a difficult game, so it took me awhile to solve it. I talked with Cheri for a little bit, about Battlestar Galactica & wako; his budget restraints & how he wants a flat screen TV, in spite of claiming he can't afford $20 a month for satellite, in order to get TVLand.
I came home after a meal of chicken cacciatori, to find 2 pieces of spam & Analog's rejection of "Relayer". I felt down; I had been really hoping it'd break me into print there. I'm planning to re-make/re-model the thing, starting today, by putting it into 2 different Windows, then exposing it to typewriter torment; whiplash, girl-child, in the dark.
I came home & sat around, waiting for Car-girl. The way the driving situation is working, Brian will be doing it one day a week, 'cause Car-girl can't. Anyway, we went to Pizza Hut for Diet Pepsi & Car-girl's salad bar, then she dropped me off at the eye doctor's office & swung back around to pick up Trish. I think today she might have to find a ride with a driver, as Car-girl has conflicting clients. Christy gave Car-girl her salad free, & my pop, which didn't significantly drive up my pressures at the eye doctor's office, though I don't get new frames, unless I also pay 100 buckadingdongs for the lens.
When I returned home, I told Trish the sad news, & showed her the slip. It was a personal slip, with no comments. I felt depressed, & didn't feel like cooking that evening, so we ate out at Crazy Tacos.
When we came home, Trish started her daily cleaning project, this time the bathroom, while I watched disk one of Return of the King. It was real atomic. When Trish finally finished, we watched Good Times (which I'd never seen before) on Keith's favorite channel, then switched to the 70s show. We ate our pineapple & Trish exasperated the Vast Active Destructive Intelligent Systems in bed, which was real atomic.
Once Trish is at work this morning, I plan to rewrite "Relayer", then run it thru Critters. I think one problem is that it began as a Star Trek: Voyager screenplay, & even with the lesbian spaceship captain & the vast, revolving spaceship, there's still too many Trekky cliches in the story. Like for example, the little scanners that they use, in spite of the explanation, are still too obviously tricorders. Also, I think that the style is too wooden, especially in some of the dialogue. I'm sure lesbian characters & religious overtones are not sufficient for Stan to have rejected the story like that. I'm also wondering if he had problems with the scientific side of the story, which was actually drawn from philosophy, albeit an area of philosophy that intrudes on both science & religion. Doing a 2-window re-make, assuming that I can figure out how to do it, then a return trip thru Critters might be the way to go. So far, I've been able to stay in the group 'cause of my participation ratio, but if my vision doesn't worsen, I may be able to stay in the group once it's down to 100 or less, by doing weekly email crits in the afternoon, when my vision is at it's best.
It may take awhile, if I opt for the retype, but it may prove worth it. Of course, the Abilify will change my writing, I'm certain it'll FUCK SCIENTOLOGY, but so far, it seems to be moving in the direction of improvement, even though this blog post showed a certain amount of schizophrenic loose associations.
So after Pam put a spike into my veins, full of Scientology-fucking neuraleptics (& piss on I Ron Steele), I hung aroud the Layout. Mostly, I played Freecell, & picked a difficult game, so it took me awhile to solve it. I talked with Cheri for a little bit, about Battlestar Galactica & wako; his budget restraints & how he wants a flat screen TV, in spite of claiming he can't afford $20 a month for satellite, in order to get TVLand.
I came home after a meal of chicken cacciatori, to find 2 pieces of spam & Analog's rejection of "Relayer". I felt down; I had been really hoping it'd break me into print there. I'm planning to re-make/re-model the thing, starting today, by putting it into 2 different Windows, then exposing it to typewriter torment; whiplash, girl-child, in the dark.
I came home & sat around, waiting for Car-girl. The way the driving situation is working, Brian will be doing it one day a week, 'cause Car-girl can't. Anyway, we went to Pizza Hut for Diet Pepsi & Car-girl's salad bar, then she dropped me off at the eye doctor's office & swung back around to pick up Trish. I think today she might have to find a ride with a driver, as Car-girl has conflicting clients. Christy gave Car-girl her salad free, & my pop, which didn't significantly drive up my pressures at the eye doctor's office, though I don't get new frames, unless I also pay 100 buckadingdongs for the lens.
When I returned home, I told Trish the sad news, & showed her the slip. It was a personal slip, with no comments. I felt depressed, & didn't feel like cooking that evening, so we ate out at Crazy Tacos.
When we came home, Trish started her daily cleaning project, this time the bathroom, while I watched disk one of Return of the King. It was real atomic. When Trish finally finished, we watched Good Times (which I'd never seen before) on Keith's favorite channel, then switched to the 70s show. We ate our pineapple & Trish exasperated the Vast Active Destructive Intelligent Systems in bed, which was real atomic.
Once Trish is at work this morning, I plan to rewrite "Relayer", then run it thru Critters. I think one problem is that it began as a Star Trek: Voyager screenplay, & even with the lesbian spaceship captain & the vast, revolving spaceship, there's still too many Trekky cliches in the story. Like for example, the little scanners that they use, in spite of the explanation, are still too obviously tricorders. Also, I think that the style is too wooden, especially in some of the dialogue. I'm sure lesbian characters & religious overtones are not sufficient for Stan to have rejected the story like that. I'm also wondering if he had problems with the scientific side of the story, which was actually drawn from philosophy, albeit an area of philosophy that intrudes on both science & religion. Doing a 2-window re-make, assuming that I can figure out how to do it, then a return trip thru Critters might be the way to go. So far, I've been able to stay in the group 'cause of my participation ratio, but if my vision doesn't worsen, I may be able to stay in the group once it's down to 100 or less, by doing weekly email crits in the afternoon, when my vision is at it's best.
It may take awhile, if I opt for the retype, but it may prove worth it. Of course, the Abilify will change my writing, I'm certain it'll FUCK SCIENTOLOGY, but so far, it seems to be moving in the direction of improvement, even though this blog post showed a certain amount of schizophrenic loose associations.
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