vacation (get away), return (don't get published)
Yeah, that's right; I just garnered another dose of encouragement in the form of another almost-but-not-quite from Analog. Stan Schmidt said that he liked a lot of the ideas, particularly the one about the TC going sub-light, Trekkie warp-bubble aside. However, it failed to "get" him into the story, hence another rewrite, another Critters'fication, followed by another re-make/re-model, after which I'll send him the revised story, this time with the caps intact (hopefully): he noted in a PS that my priter needed to be fixed, as Timothy Leary had once noted about his own priter problems.
So Thursday the 27th Trish & I went Reuben down the highway, along with Reniee. When we arrived at the airport, as I prepared to board the plane, a security officer noticed that my ID was out of date; that the day of savages had passed. They did additional security checks on me, the magic wand & what-not (patty-cake).
After a fairly routine flight, we couldn't find Ro, Trish's mom, so we peregrinated vast abysses formed in the tile floor by dread imagination. Ro then entered as Trish tried to call her on the phone; she'd passed out before coming to the airport; apologized for being a little late; apologized in advance for the condition of her house.
She threw herself into some frenzied cleaning before the family came over: Kenneth, Candy, & their son, J.T. & Dion.
The next day we went into town to visit Kenneth at his home, & Dion & Brian joined us. J.T. nearly hurt himself in the kitchen, so his parents forbade him to run there, so he started to cry.
The next day we pretty much spent with Ro, eating junk food & watching satellite TV.
Wednesday Ro showed Trish how to curl her hair, following which we went to see Next, in order to see if it was a worthwhile adaptation of Dick. It certainly looked like one of his shorts.
The next day we were sky-borne once more, but Elko allowed me to use my birth certificate as a 2nd form of identification. Beyond the in-flight peanuts, the trip went well, save for the snow: it'd just started up before we left, the turbo-prop got delayed, so we didn't have any time before the plane landed to eat anything in SLC.
When we arrived at Great Falls, we discovered that I'd told Car-girl the wrong time, so we ate at the bistro inside the airport, sky-jacked prices & everything. When Car-girl arrived & eventually conveyed us back to the Invisible landscape, we entered to find a new stove in our kitchen. It has since provided us with some toasty pancakes. Tonite we'll use it on some chicken.
Then this morning, after Trish walked to work, I found GALAXIES in my mailbox. I think I know how to fix it, but do want to re-Critter the edit. After that is "Bio-Esthectics" & resumption of Noc-Lar. The returned version of GALAXIES goes to Elko. If Stan Schmidt does begin to buy my mss, I'll also try to rework FRAGILE EGGSHELL MIND, & frak Robbie Matthews, he runs a 2nd-rate amateur magazine: stories that aren't approved by his ignorant army of "experts" come back with insults.
So Thursday the 27th Trish & I went Reuben down the highway, along with Reniee. When we arrived at the airport, as I prepared to board the plane, a security officer noticed that my ID was out of date; that the day of savages had passed. They did additional security checks on me, the magic wand & what-not (patty-cake).
After a fairly routine flight, we couldn't find Ro, Trish's mom, so we peregrinated vast abysses formed in the tile floor by dread imagination. Ro then entered as Trish tried to call her on the phone; she'd passed out before coming to the airport; apologized for being a little late; apologized in advance for the condition of her house.
She threw herself into some frenzied cleaning before the family came over: Kenneth, Candy, & their son, J.T. & Dion.
The next day we went into town to visit Kenneth at his home, & Dion & Brian joined us. J.T. nearly hurt himself in the kitchen, so his parents forbade him to run there, so he started to cry.
The next day we pretty much spent with Ro, eating junk food & watching satellite TV.
Wednesday Ro showed Trish how to curl her hair, following which we went to see Next, in order to see if it was a worthwhile adaptation of Dick. It certainly looked like one of his shorts.
The next day we were sky-borne once more, but Elko allowed me to use my birth certificate as a 2nd form of identification. Beyond the in-flight peanuts, the trip went well, save for the snow: it'd just started up before we left, the turbo-prop got delayed, so we didn't have any time before the plane landed to eat anything in SLC.
When we arrived at Great Falls, we discovered that I'd told Car-girl the wrong time, so we ate at the bistro inside the airport, sky-jacked prices & everything. When Car-girl arrived & eventually conveyed us back to the Invisible landscape, we entered to find a new stove in our kitchen. It has since provided us with some toasty pancakes. Tonite we'll use it on some chicken.
Then this morning, after Trish walked to work, I found GALAXIES in my mailbox. I think I know how to fix it, but do want to re-Critter the edit. After that is "Bio-Esthectics" & resumption of Noc-Lar. The returned version of GALAXIES goes to Elko. If Stan Schmidt does begin to buy my mss, I'll also try to rework FRAGILE EGGSHELL MIND, & frak Robbie Matthews, he runs a 2nd-rate amateur magazine: stories that aren't approved by his ignorant army of "experts" come back with insults.
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