even thunderstorms do the electric
Cool &warm colors, the painting...
Started another one recently: "Bird of Fire". Mostly blue sky punctuated with clouds, while the yellow flaming thing flies across the canvas.
Still reading Brad's novel. I pointed out all the unnecessary long exposition; yeah, but it's a rough draft -- so I've taken to skimming these passages, & would like to urge Critters to only submit what's already close to finished.
Then there was the thunderstorm, night before last. We had the TV in the basement on, surfed thru the Weather Channel -- severe thunderstorm alert, 70 mph winds, nickel-sized hail, stay away from windows. So we stayed up until the alert was canceled.
Yesterday, OneWest was down in the morning, so I resumed work on Noc-Lar until I did get a dial-tone, then read my Critters piece, made quicker by all the skimming I'm doing.
Bumble Bee Girl walked home from the Invisible Pizza Hut, I added some black to my painting, then we had scalped potatoes & ham for supper. Afterwards, we went once more into what used to be Trish's home to watch the Buffster kick ass -- which she did better on my TV, DVD, actually -- the thing skipped tracks on hers, not mine.
So we came upstairs & turned on the ceiling fan.
However, Trish (finally) noticed that the handles on the kitchen drawers were loose. I tried to screw the screw; it didn't go in, at last, I suggested Fred -- Trish trusts him, though we still owe him for the shades.
Today in the afternoon we do budget. Tomorrow, we see Doc Larocque. I hope she'll agree to take me off Depakote, eventually, Risperdal -- Charlene Upstairs suggested me trying Lamictal, atypical antipsychotics have no effect on bipolar, meds don't have weight-gain side-effects, a bunch of ignorant stuff, including that I "need my hips checked out" 'cause of the way I walk -- it's really from where I broke my feet -- so Trish is trying to find a new therapist.
I wish her luck. She doesn't need to hear this crap.
Woke up at 5:30 this morning. Better than 2:00-4:00. Probably will have time to edit Noc-Lar some before breakfast. Writing "commercial" fantasy is difficult. You have all these formulas you have to follow.
But formula can sometimes lead to experimentation, the way it did for the Invisible Hog. Harlan Morrison gets on his awesome Chrome Avenger & sallies forth...
Started another one recently: "Bird of Fire". Mostly blue sky punctuated with clouds, while the yellow flaming thing flies across the canvas.
Still reading Brad's novel. I pointed out all the unnecessary long exposition; yeah, but it's a rough draft -- so I've taken to skimming these passages, & would like to urge Critters to only submit what's already close to finished.
Then there was the thunderstorm, night before last. We had the TV in the basement on, surfed thru the Weather Channel -- severe thunderstorm alert, 70 mph winds, nickel-sized hail, stay away from windows. So we stayed up until the alert was canceled.
Yesterday, OneWest was down in the morning, so I resumed work on Noc-Lar until I did get a dial-tone, then read my Critters piece, made quicker by all the skimming I'm doing.
Bumble Bee Girl walked home from the Invisible Pizza Hut, I added some black to my painting, then we had scalped potatoes & ham for supper. Afterwards, we went once more into what used to be Trish's home to watch the Buffster kick ass -- which she did better on my TV, DVD, actually -- the thing skipped tracks on hers, not mine.
So we came upstairs & turned on the ceiling fan.
However, Trish (finally) noticed that the handles on the kitchen drawers were loose. I tried to screw the screw; it didn't go in, at last, I suggested Fred -- Trish trusts him, though we still owe him for the shades.
Today in the afternoon we do budget. Tomorrow, we see Doc Larocque. I hope she'll agree to take me off Depakote, eventually, Risperdal -- Charlene Upstairs suggested me trying Lamictal, atypical antipsychotics have no effect on bipolar, meds don't have weight-gain side-effects, a bunch of ignorant stuff, including that I "need my hips checked out" 'cause of the way I walk -- it's really from where I broke my feet -- so Trish is trying to find a new therapist.
I wish her luck. She doesn't need to hear this crap.
Woke up at 5:30 this morning. Better than 2:00-4:00. Probably will have time to edit Noc-Lar some before breakfast. Writing "commercial" fantasy is difficult. You have all these formulas you have to follow.
But formula can sometimes lead to experimentation, the way it did for the Invisible Hog. Harlan Morrison gets on his awesome Chrome Avenger & sallies forth...
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