Trinities: new opening/begining

Ted was one of the chief reasons why "Trinities" nearly made it into Analog -- a 3 month hold, followed by a note, "Although I feel this is pretty good, I don't feel strongly enough that way for me to use it." & so it goes...

Ted was also one of the reasons "Trinities" didn't get into Analog -- I gave my collaborator too much leeway, left in weak material that I, in fact, should've re-made/re-modeled in my own image & likeness. In short, Stan Schmidt is soliciting my work, not Ted's -- except sometimes when we're working in tandem. I.e., "Quantum Amplifier" was a rather weak story, not what I envisaged when I conceived of it: I didn't intend to write something that suited some guy's "50 rules for writing mysteries"; I intended instead to craft an anti-mystery in the style of Borges' "Death & the Compass".

Ted's main flaw -- which compensates my own tendency to do the opposite -- is to work from "rules" taken from books on writing. Since my own problem, in the eyes of these SF guys, is that I write against formula -- in spite of which, when I add some techno-babble or a Soft Machine or Galaxies Controlling Fate, it almost works for Analog.

So maybe that's a reason to fly solo -- if you find Earth boring, take a trip on Outer (& not Andromeda) Spaceways, Incorporated. I mean, Ted really ruined TC, which led to the split that generated my own version of the idea. (Which Baen's Universe accused of "Trek-tech", which certainly implies there's no one on their staff who knows the least thing about science.)

When Ted started talking "master plots" (there are only 36 or 25), I became worried. I do not hold with this position, nor do I think hewing to one will lead to a good story. The other problem -- where selling to Analog is concerned -- is that the science, besides being realistic (unlike the crap Baen's publishes & Andromeda Spaceways insulted me over), it has to be central to the story.

I have some ideas there, but basically, to keep Ted from acting prematurely, yesterday I wrote a 1,000 word opening scene, where Adam is perpetually crucified for Eve, where "action" abounds & the philosophical intro -- well, that can be used later on.

Other than that, Wednesday passed thru the annals of the unsung Rootboy like so many before it: surfed the darkened seas, had a yogurt & Chef Boy-r-Bryan for lunch, then worked on scene #1, until I reached the point where scene #2 belongs.

Don't know what to do about DC & M. Those are Ted's characters -- & they were, in the opinion of some Critter, "wooden".

Then the Bumble Bee Girl came home; Theresa gave her a ride. We went downstairs to watch the new Madonna on what are definitely inferior speakers -- when will Ed build the boxes? -- when will we order the components? when will Jeffer Auss solder them together?

We made a trip over to Fat Albert's Sons for $8.99 of groceries, including shells -- Trish cooked Mexican last nite.

More time spent with the Invisible Cable Company, then we went to bed.

I had a sleepless nite. Once more, I woke up at 4:00 AM. Trish had to get out of bed, too, to take some Naproxine & Bio-Freeze on a cramp in her leg.

She got back to sleep, I didn't.

Ambien is not all it's cracked up to be.

& w/o the Seroquel, the schizophrenia is returning -- just look at the lackluster arrangements of random images & song allusions on this page.

I am, however, looking forward to a Diet Mr. Fruity with Car-girl & a salad at the Invisible Pizza Hut. Not much writing to do today; must rework scene #1 (got some ideas from the stuff Veeder compared to Shakespeare), but will also largely being working on a long email to Ted, about my literary (chemical) philosophy, & my desperate need to have the drivers for my printer -- Insanity Can be Fun!