early rising
Once more, I woke up way too early: 4:20. I lay in bed until 1/4 to 6:00, took my Abilify (do I have the speed to carry on?), then booted up, wishing I was Rebeboed (as in Bozo). My days of cheap & plentiful Rebebofication materials expired in 1980; you know it's Union Maid.
Yes, I feel like being totally Rebeboed again, not just for medical purposes, but recreational: all my best stuff I wrote on U-boat; now I struggle to learn the "rules" in Critters, in order to give my writing some semblance of genre material. Arn, I've learned, has too many hallucinations & too much religion, but even if I wanted to do a re-make/re-model, would be hobbled by all the missing files, lost on a 5-1/4" floppy when I made the transition to Windows.
Noc-Lar is a different story, David Dalglish to the contrary -- the stupid bozo, a Critter, couldn't figure out that the "loopholes in the plot & unbelievable characters" were all the action of the Noc-Lar. Then again, it's hard to take seriously someone who writes stories with titles like "The Beast Attacks", with "it's cold, glittering eyes & razor sharp fangs" -- bleh!
But his criticism was so harsh, I almost felt like giving up. Same for the clown at Andromeda Spaceways who returned "Fragile Eggshell Mind" with a page of insults about "truly atrociously bad science" coming from a retarded 7th-grader whose comments simply proved that the ignorant asshole doesn't know a goddamn thing about real science, the sum of his knowledge, apparently, having come from bad comic books. Then again, they're an amateur market, so maybe this is why they pull shit like this.
I did complete "Galaxies" yesterday, printed it up, & today will be writing up a cover letter. I think perhaps I could've explained the computer takeover better, but I'll mention that in my letter. I printed "Galaxies" in part because of the storm warnings. It rained a lot, but no thunderstorms.
I also called Hope yesterday evening, spoke to her at some length. She still wants her daughter back, but her ex won't allow visitation, to which she's legally required. I feel for her, though I have no children myself.
I can't believe it's 20 'til 8:00 & I haven't accomplished anything yet, just surfing around the Internet. I checked out a lot of my usual sites. Someone wanted to meet me on Ho or No; God & I hope I don't start up on that again -- if the insomnia is incipient mania, I'll never get off Depakote -- & I've gained 20 lb.s since Doc Larocque raised the dose. Perhaps that will persuade her.
This is Trish's day off, which makes it my day off, too. In another hour, I'll fix cereal, toast, & eggs; in between that time & this, I'll complete my cover letter to Analog. I think the story has a good chance of publication; if it bounces, it goes thru Critters -- though sometimes this is futile; as with Georgia-girl, there will be bozos who will tell me to "take out the tachyons" (yeah, right -- that's the whole point of the story) or "take out the info-dumps" (which is also what the editor asked for). So some of the crits will be useless. Anyway, I'll start Noc-Lar once I've read some fantasy.
--Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy!, Rabbitfuck said. I bet he's in there right now, having his nervous breakdown & writing to VADIS about it!
Yes, I feel like being totally Rebeboed again, not just for medical purposes, but recreational: all my best stuff I wrote on U-boat; now I struggle to learn the "rules" in Critters, in order to give my writing some semblance of genre material. Arn, I've learned, has too many hallucinations & too much religion, but even if I wanted to do a re-make/re-model, would be hobbled by all the missing files, lost on a 5-1/4" floppy when I made the transition to Windows.
Noc-Lar is a different story, David Dalglish to the contrary -- the stupid bozo, a Critter, couldn't figure out that the "loopholes in the plot & unbelievable characters" were all the action of the Noc-Lar. Then again, it's hard to take seriously someone who writes stories with titles like "The Beast Attacks", with "it's cold, glittering eyes & razor sharp fangs" -- bleh!
But his criticism was so harsh, I almost felt like giving up. Same for the clown at Andromeda Spaceways who returned "Fragile Eggshell Mind" with a page of insults about "truly atrociously bad science" coming from a retarded 7th-grader whose comments simply proved that the ignorant asshole doesn't know a goddamn thing about real science, the sum of his knowledge, apparently, having come from bad comic books. Then again, they're an amateur market, so maybe this is why they pull shit like this.
I did complete "Galaxies" yesterday, printed it up, & today will be writing up a cover letter. I think perhaps I could've explained the computer takeover better, but I'll mention that in my letter. I printed "Galaxies" in part because of the storm warnings. It rained a lot, but no thunderstorms.
I also called Hope yesterday evening, spoke to her at some length. She still wants her daughter back, but her ex won't allow visitation, to which she's legally required. I feel for her, though I have no children myself.
I can't believe it's 20 'til 8:00 & I haven't accomplished anything yet, just surfing around the Internet. I checked out a lot of my usual sites. Someone wanted to meet me on Ho or No; God & I hope I don't start up on that again -- if the insomnia is incipient mania, I'll never get off Depakote -- & I've gained 20 lb.s since Doc Larocque raised the dose. Perhaps that will persuade her.
This is Trish's day off, which makes it my day off, too. In another hour, I'll fix cereal, toast, & eggs; in between that time & this, I'll complete my cover letter to Analog. I think the story has a good chance of publication; if it bounces, it goes thru Critters -- though sometimes this is futile; as with Georgia-girl, there will be bozos who will tell me to "take out the tachyons" (yeah, right -- that's the whole point of the story) or "take out the info-dumps" (which is also what the editor asked for). So some of the crits will be useless. Anyway, I'll start Noc-Lar once I've read some fantasy.
--Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy!, Rabbitfuck said. I bet he's in there right now, having his nervous breakdown & writing to VADIS about it!
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