light my fire
So yesterday we had a little cooking accident: I'd used some vegetable oil to fix generic Chicken Helper. Trish came into the kitchen to "help", saw that the frying pan was tilted -- the burner's been busted that way for awhile -- so she grabbed the pan & yanked on it. The liquid -- milk, hot water, & sauce mix -- spilled over. Enough vegetable oil still existed to start a small grease fire. I realized what had happened, & that the fire would go out in a bit; the pan didn't have that much oil in it. She got all "paranoid" & reached for the fire extinguisher. I asked her to wait, that the fire would go out when the oil burned up.
It did indeed do this, but it turned us both into Cranky Bear, & it took awhile for both of us to calm down.
I didn't even feel like doing a crit that evening. I'd spent all my free time in the afternoon yesterday critiquing some guy's fantasy novel in the 2nd chance bin at Critters. I'm trying for an MPC if I can, in order to have "Silence" critiqued as fast as possible. That morning, I got a note from aburt on how to remove Ted's name from the story -- we've had a falling out over his attempts to apply formulas taken from Romance For Dummies to hard science fiction, & specifically to my putting the sex scene back into the story. It isn't porn, anyway. There are the words "breasts," "bra," "penetration", & "sperm coffin" (which is what they call condoms in the future). I don't think Stan Schmidt will mind, as long as it's required by the plot, & 1) if Critters think it goes, it goes, & 2) the worst problem with Ted's ending is that everyone hated it, so it goes, irregardless of what sells at Harlequin Romance. I don't want my name associated with formula romance stories, although I also feel that Ted shouldn't be mad at me over artistic differences. wako loves westerns, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, that doesn't stand in the way of our friendship.
The point is that the Abilify is in my blood & the blood is in my head & I'm better off than dead. I've experience a real creative surge in the last couple of weeks & want to take advantage of it while it lasts. The version of "Silence" I sent out to Critters was rushed, I didn't fix the punctuation, which I'm sure will garner a lot of nit-picks, though I did do the one thing every single Critter asked: ditch the ending.
I'll spend some time this afternoon writing crits. I'm 3 down, 7 to go, although I like to keep going, in case one's too short.
BTW, I'm using a trick Ted suggested to read the stories: copy-&-paste them into my old (ancient) version of MS-Word, & replacing all the ^p's with spaces, & then every 5 spaces with ^p^t. This way, I can blow the thing up to the usual gonzo typefaces I need in order to read.
Ted is a great guy. He's just a bad writer. I don't want to bust a friendship up over this, but I guess we won't be able to collaborate anymore.
It did indeed do this, but it turned us both into Cranky Bear, & it took awhile for both of us to calm down.
I didn't even feel like doing a crit that evening. I'd spent all my free time in the afternoon yesterday critiquing some guy's fantasy novel in the 2nd chance bin at Critters. I'm trying for an MPC if I can, in order to have "Silence" critiqued as fast as possible. That morning, I got a note from aburt on how to remove Ted's name from the story -- we've had a falling out over his attempts to apply formulas taken from Romance For Dummies to hard science fiction, & specifically to my putting the sex scene back into the story. It isn't porn, anyway. There are the words "breasts," "bra," "penetration", & "sperm coffin" (which is what they call condoms in the future). I don't think Stan Schmidt will mind, as long as it's required by the plot, & 1) if Critters think it goes, it goes, & 2) the worst problem with Ted's ending is that everyone hated it, so it goes, irregardless of what sells at Harlequin Romance. I don't want my name associated with formula romance stories, although I also feel that Ted shouldn't be mad at me over artistic differences. wako loves westerns, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, that doesn't stand in the way of our friendship.
The point is that the Abilify is in my blood & the blood is in my head & I'm better off than dead. I've experience a real creative surge in the last couple of weeks & want to take advantage of it while it lasts. The version of "Silence" I sent out to Critters was rushed, I didn't fix the punctuation, which I'm sure will garner a lot of nit-picks, though I did do the one thing every single Critter asked: ditch the ending.
I'll spend some time this afternoon writing crits. I'm 3 down, 7 to go, although I like to keep going, in case one's too short.
BTW, I'm using a trick Ted suggested to read the stories: copy-&-paste them into my old (ancient) version of MS-Word, & replacing all the ^p's with spaces, & then every 5 spaces with ^p^t. This way, I can blow the thing up to the usual gonzo typefaces I need in order to read.
Ted is a great guy. He's just a bad writer. I don't want to bust a friendship up over this, but I guess we won't be able to collaborate anymore.
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