Save Bauer, it's Good Karma
...is what's on some of the t-shirt's Jerome's students are wearing. Apparently, his stay at Washington University has been canceled, for a variety of reasons, some of which may actually be legitimate on the part of the Religious Studies department there, others which may simply be paranoia.
I discovered this yesterday, when John sent me some email that my spam filter ate. Fortunately, I decided to look at the Held messages, & came up with Jerry's blog; the increasing agitation, anxiety, fear, loathing, savage dread, enough to turn anyone to the Dark Side of the Source.
Disturbed, I therefore spent a lot of time in the AM goofing off on the internet, then turned around & did some solid revision of Noc-Lar, in this case, suspicion about L's twin.
I quit writing about the time Trish called home, got on my keyboard for once. I started to play Crystal Ship in various voices, various rhythms. When she did take her bath, I put some yellow-white flames -- which I look forward to reddening -- onto my Bird of Fire.
Leftover sketti for supper, a lot of TVidiocy afterwards, while Trish took on some cleaning chores, terminating in My Big Fat Greek Wedding", mandarin oranges, & bedtime for Bongo -- will I ever generate the sequel, "Twin of Morlock," to "Andy Morlock's Dead"?
Perhaps.
Before I can begin such, I need to go thru my drawers, something that Little Loathsome Lonnie also enjoyed, & brought my deepest, secret fears into the open: innocence raped by napalm fire: be wary of Alfalfa High.
Yes, that's right, if you haven't already guessed it: I need to find some of Timothy Leary's envelopes. Tim used to send me letters contained in entire sheets of hi-powered blotter acid. I wrote the original on nutmeg, but want my reincarnation of Andy Morlock to be more of a shattered, crystal vision.
Right. You got that: the slough of despond has receded, I'm planning to stay in SF & F, but not as intently. The rejection of "Galaxies Controlling Fate from Thousands of Light-Years Ahead" by Jim Baen's Universe has freed me to revise it for Analog, but this time with another trip thru Critters. Axing the dark energy sails, the dark energy conduits. Beginning needs more of a hook; ending needs to be tweaked.
What really excites me is the discovery of an early draft of Mindstorm. I'll be inputing it on Trish's next day off. Should trigger another couple resurrections from the dead.
I discovered this yesterday, when John sent me some email that my spam filter ate. Fortunately, I decided to look at the Held messages, & came up with Jerry's blog; the increasing agitation, anxiety, fear, loathing, savage dread, enough to turn anyone to the Dark Side of the Source.
Disturbed, I therefore spent a lot of time in the AM goofing off on the internet, then turned around & did some solid revision of Noc-Lar, in this case, suspicion about L's twin.
I quit writing about the time Trish called home, got on my keyboard for once. I started to play Crystal Ship in various voices, various rhythms. When she did take her bath, I put some yellow-white flames -- which I look forward to reddening -- onto my Bird of Fire.
Leftover sketti for supper, a lot of TVidiocy afterwards, while Trish took on some cleaning chores, terminating in My Big Fat Greek Wedding", mandarin oranges, & bedtime for Bongo -- will I ever generate the sequel, "Twin of Morlock," to "Andy Morlock's Dead"?
Perhaps.
Before I can begin such, I need to go thru my drawers, something that Little Loathsome Lonnie also enjoyed, & brought my deepest, secret fears into the open: innocence raped by napalm fire: be wary of Alfalfa High.
Yes, that's right, if you haven't already guessed it: I need to find some of Timothy Leary's envelopes. Tim used to send me letters contained in entire sheets of hi-powered blotter acid. I wrote the original on nutmeg, but want my reincarnation of Andy Morlock to be more of a shattered, crystal vision.
Right. You got that: the slough of despond has receded, I'm planning to stay in SF & F, but not as intently. The rejection of "Galaxies Controlling Fate from Thousands of Light-Years Ahead" by Jim Baen's Universe has freed me to revise it for Analog, but this time with another trip thru Critters. Axing the dark energy sails, the dark energy conduits. Beginning needs more of a hook; ending needs to be tweaked.
What really excites me is the discovery of an early draft of Mindstorm. I'll be inputing it on Trish's next day off. Should trigger another couple resurrections from the dead.
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