short day yesterday...
...but (hopefully), it'll be a longer day now. Yesterday, after finishing Part.11 of Singing Trees, right after lunch (Chef Boy-ar-di & canned green beans), Trish called, saying that Pizza Hut was sending her home early. Apparently Jeremy kicked her out 'cause he got bored. Protest: "What if there's a major influx about 1:00"?
--We'll handle it, Say Bra added to the discussion.
I nonetheless finished another draft of the latest chapter of Noc-Lar, while Trish cleaned the kitchen. Brad also sent me 2 more novel chunks, which are mostly interesting, but often fly off into long tangents about things that are irrelevant to the plot.
Reminds me: some kid (I assume the Crit came from a high school kid whose only contact with the genre has been movies & TV, & is in high school simply because of the terribly illiterate substance of the critique, & the statement, "I would totally remove the word 'was' from this story," indicative of him not knowing any English other than "books on writing", in this case, Strunk & Wagnell's) -- this person called all the exposition "a bunch of mumbo-jumbo", which just illustrated how stupid he is, not unlike David Dalglish, whose literary model seemed to be Robert E. Howard, someone not terribly good, in any case -- but hurtful/hateful, & him being the greatest fantasy ever, strictly for a bunch of derivative crap, which he was never able to sell.
Then there's the managing editor at Baen's Universe: "Trek-tech" my ass! The staff there seem only to understand skiffy.
Which is the story I'm working on today -- incorporating G. Harry Stine's tachyon lasers; should move the story closer to what Stan Schmidt wants, since the idea came out of a column for his own magazine.
However, I can't spend long periods of time on the computer this morning, at least not until Wanda from the City of Electric Lights (another Lost Angel?) calls back about my Seroquel. Since I began to take the stuff, I've gained 25 lb.s. This is not good. There must be something for sleep other than that particular drug.
& don't forget Taylor, Dee-lux & Dee-lightful, the black chick now working at Pizza Hut, along with Trish, who claims she looks just like Dee from Battlestar Galactica.
I want to take her home with me... have to see if she really does look like the actress, but she sounds yummy
Also, I think Kimothy was trying to tell me she'd be in Oreo-gon until August 25th, which may explain why she hasn't called or cum bi.
I just don't want Trish to get hurt, if her mood swings in the opposite direction. Kim is a good friend, but if it perhaps goes beyond that, it could damage my relationship with Trish. I think like a man -- hence the temptation -- but a woman? I want to be sure Trish is ready for such a thing, an issue she's vacillated on for the past 7 years.
It could be good. It could be bad. Waiting for the 25th is a good idea. Relieves the pressure -- at least until then.
& fuck Star Trek technology! Jim Baen's Universe, too! Where do they find these idiots that they hire as editors?
--We'll handle it, Say Bra added to the discussion.
I nonetheless finished another draft of the latest chapter of Noc-Lar, while Trish cleaned the kitchen. Brad also sent me 2 more novel chunks, which are mostly interesting, but often fly off into long tangents about things that are irrelevant to the plot.
Reminds me: some kid (I assume the Crit came from a high school kid whose only contact with the genre has been movies & TV, & is in high school simply because of the terribly illiterate substance of the critique, & the statement, "I would totally remove the word 'was' from this story," indicative of him not knowing any English other than "books on writing", in this case, Strunk & Wagnell's) -- this person called all the exposition "a bunch of mumbo-jumbo", which just illustrated how stupid he is, not unlike David Dalglish, whose literary model seemed to be Robert E. Howard, someone not terribly good, in any case -- but hurtful/hateful, & him being the greatest fantasy ever, strictly for a bunch of derivative crap, which he was never able to sell.
Then there's the managing editor at Baen's Universe: "Trek-tech" my ass! The staff there seem only to understand skiffy.
Which is the story I'm working on today -- incorporating G. Harry Stine's tachyon lasers; should move the story closer to what Stan Schmidt wants, since the idea came out of a column for his own magazine.
However, I can't spend long periods of time on the computer this morning, at least not until Wanda from the City of Electric Lights (another Lost Angel?) calls back about my Seroquel. Since I began to take the stuff, I've gained 25 lb.s. This is not good. There must be something for sleep other than that particular drug.
& don't forget Taylor, Dee-lux & Dee-lightful, the black chick now working at Pizza Hut, along with Trish, who claims she looks just like Dee from Battlestar Galactica.
I want to take her home with me... have to see if she really does look like the actress, but she sounds yummy
Also, I think Kimothy was trying to tell me she'd be in Oreo-gon until August 25th, which may explain why she hasn't called or cum bi.
I just don't want Trish to get hurt, if her mood swings in the opposite direction. Kim is a good friend, but if it perhaps goes beyond that, it could damage my relationship with Trish. I think like a man -- hence the temptation -- but a woman? I want to be sure Trish is ready for such a thing, an issue she's vacillated on for the past 7 years.
It could be good. It could be bad. Waiting for the 25th is a good idea. Relieves the pressure -- at least until then.
& fuck Star Trek technology! Jim Baen's Universe, too! Where do they find these idiots that they hire as editors?
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