R.mania, City (of Invisible) in the Sky
So after I'd arrived at the Layout Dec. 12th for the X-mas dinner (no turducken; Cheri didn't want to bone the thing) Joe brought in this 18-year old foreign exchange student from Armenia, who wants to become a psychologist. She came & sat by me, & almost pursuaded me to tell my story about Muhammad Boxer; I don't think she'd know who Hitman S. Hunter is/was. Then she went off to help in the kitchen. Shortly before the meal, Jan came in & parked herself beside me. Fred even attended, sitting next to Elina (from R.mania).
When it came time to take Trish home her plate of turkey & ham, Fred drove me over. I managed to pursuade him to stay for one side of an old vinyl LP of the Mahavishnu Orchestra.
Wednesday I mostly worked on TC. Tomorrow morning I'll send a draft, no matter how incomplete, to Ted, for him to work on over the weekend. There's a lot that needs to be done in the way of editing, particularly making the characters' dialogue sound like it hasn't been written by 2 authors. The fight scene at the end needs to be pumped up, too.
Trish did some housecleaning after our chicken-fried steak. Jeffer Auss came over about the time Trish started V, which is this terribly cheesy skiffy thing from the 80s, following which Jeff put in a 5-movie DVD, of which he & Trish watched the first part; I fell asleep in my chair. She realized this & asked Jeff to leave, that I needed to sleep -- I had trouble sleeping the night before, plus I think the Scientology-fucking temazapam had hit me like a hangover.
I'm also going to try to see if I can get SmartFTPClient to run on my computer. I'd like to remake/remodel my web pages to include numerous direct links to the iUniverse bookstore. That might lead to an occassional sale. I'm so disappointed with the P.O.D., & in myself, for submitting there.
Also, because of my worsening vision, after TC, I'll drop out of Critters. They've met their limit for helpfulness, I can always run Jim/Ted collaborations thru on Ted's ticket, but I can no longer read the stories. I've been in the group for years, but I've never sold a story, mostly 'cause my Muse has fled without the U-boat. When I was an atomic submarine Captain, words would flow like rivers to the Suf Sea, now I struggle to transcend Critters referring me to Strunk & White. Submarine warfare is the best source of inspiration for SF.
Trish & I plan to skip the Layout today. It'll be time for her to watch videos, so I'll at least see what I can do with this FTP stuff. I also have to write Stan a brief PS, stating that I'd be willing to do "Alive, She Cried" as a stand-alone piece, rather than as part of a serial. The Crystal City is being filled with Troglodytes. I also need to write a note to Dion, to go with his autographed copy of the Original Masters. Or, as Timothy "Nicotine Tim" put it, "What we don't need now is more new chemicals, what we do need is a new chemical phlosophy for the space age".
When it came time to take Trish home her plate of turkey & ham, Fred drove me over. I managed to pursuade him to stay for one side of an old vinyl LP of the Mahavishnu Orchestra.
Wednesday I mostly worked on TC. Tomorrow morning I'll send a draft, no matter how incomplete, to Ted, for him to work on over the weekend. There's a lot that needs to be done in the way of editing, particularly making the characters' dialogue sound like it hasn't been written by 2 authors. The fight scene at the end needs to be pumped up, too.
Trish did some housecleaning after our chicken-fried steak. Jeffer Auss came over about the time Trish started V, which is this terribly cheesy skiffy thing from the 80s, following which Jeff put in a 5-movie DVD, of which he & Trish watched the first part; I fell asleep in my chair. She realized this & asked Jeff to leave, that I needed to sleep -- I had trouble sleeping the night before, plus I think the Scientology-fucking temazapam had hit me like a hangover.
I'm also going to try to see if I can get SmartFTPClient to run on my computer. I'd like to remake/remodel my web pages to include numerous direct links to the iUniverse bookstore. That might lead to an occassional sale. I'm so disappointed with the P.O.D., & in myself, for submitting there.
Also, because of my worsening vision, after TC, I'll drop out of Critters. They've met their limit for helpfulness, I can always run Jim/Ted collaborations thru on Ted's ticket, but I can no longer read the stories. I've been in the group for years, but I've never sold a story, mostly 'cause my Muse has fled without the U-boat. When I was an atomic submarine Captain, words would flow like rivers to the Suf Sea, now I struggle to transcend Critters referring me to Strunk & White. Submarine warfare is the best source of inspiration for SF.
Trish & I plan to skip the Layout today. It'll be time for her to watch videos, so I'll at least see what I can do with this FTP stuff. I also have to write Stan a brief PS, stating that I'd be willing to do "Alive, She Cried" as a stand-alone piece, rather than as part of a serial. The Crystal City is being filled with Troglodytes. I also need to write a note to Dion, to go with his autographed copy of the Original Masters. Or, as Timothy "Nicotine Tim" put it, "What we don't need now is more new chemicals, what we do need is a new chemical phlosophy for the space age".
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