cool day in Invisible
So for the last couple of days, it's been cold & rainy. Right now, it's 30F. This is a rather fast super-Kool fall sneaking up on us, but tomorrow it's supposed to hit 75F, then 81F the next day -- too soon to turn on the pilot light.
Car-girl gave Trish & I rides yesterday; Trish to work (rainy-cool day); me up to the Invisible Clinic for a physical. Finger up the butt -- at least I don't have prostate cancer, but isn't there some other way to tell?
When I came home I started a rapid re-make/re-model of "Aesthetics", then had a TV dinner for lunch: Salisbury steak. Nummy treats!
I'm not yet prepared to print the essay, even for Car-girl to look at (religious opinions aside), because the section on ontogeny & phylogeny remains still fairly obscure jargon for some people. Means another paragraph or 2.
I'm going to try to finish it tomorrow if I can, let it sit until Wednesday next week, put one final level of polish on it, mail it; while in the meantime beginning a total re-make/re-model of the tachyon critters story, possibly not for Critters -- following their advice has never sold a story in the past, & I began to pick up personal slips well before I joined the group.
The only thing Critters really does for me is filter off the more depressed &/or schizophrenic stuff, when I'm writing poorly & unwilling to admit it. After 4 trips thru the group, twice solo, twice with Ted, it might pay to develop a new story.
After "Gakaxies" comes the Hog. The goddamn Hog is commercial. Then to finish Noc-Lar. Then onwards to another short story; eventually, return to infectious psychosis -- Stan must've liked that theme in "To Fight in the Sky", especially since he dubbed it "almost [underlined] exactly what we want."
I don't want to quit Critters. Copying-&-pasting stories is one of the few ways I now have of enjoying print SF. I'm just not certain how much of the "help" is really useful; certainly there was a spiteful teenage kid in with that crowd, & I did get advised to dumb it down; had some problems with the characters -- you wanna know what the real reason is? No U-boat.
I wish I could sale the darkened seas in a great big submarine...
Hey, Taylor Maid still works at Pizza Hut. She answered the phone when Trish & I ordered a veggie lover's. I told Trish she could buy supper 'cause the last few days have been stressing her out too much.
Monday, I'm getting my tooth fixed, & then it's the long, slow-burn until X-mas.
Car-girl gave Trish & I rides yesterday; Trish to work (rainy-cool day); me up to the Invisible Clinic for a physical. Finger up the butt -- at least I don't have prostate cancer, but isn't there some other way to tell?
When I came home I started a rapid re-make/re-model of "Aesthetics", then had a TV dinner for lunch: Salisbury steak. Nummy treats!
I'm not yet prepared to print the essay, even for Car-girl to look at (religious opinions aside), because the section on ontogeny & phylogeny remains still fairly obscure jargon for some people. Means another paragraph or 2.
I'm going to try to finish it tomorrow if I can, let it sit until Wednesday next week, put one final level of polish on it, mail it; while in the meantime beginning a total re-make/re-model of the tachyon critters story, possibly not for Critters -- following their advice has never sold a story in the past, & I began to pick up personal slips well before I joined the group.
The only thing Critters really does for me is filter off the more depressed &/or schizophrenic stuff, when I'm writing poorly & unwilling to admit it. After 4 trips thru the group, twice solo, twice with Ted, it might pay to develop a new story.
After "Gakaxies" comes the Hog. The goddamn Hog is commercial. Then to finish Noc-Lar. Then onwards to another short story; eventually, return to infectious psychosis -- Stan must've liked that theme in "To Fight in the Sky", especially since he dubbed it "almost [underlined] exactly what we want."
I don't want to quit Critters. Copying-&-pasting stories is one of the few ways I now have of enjoying print SF. I'm just not certain how much of the "help" is really useful; certainly there was a spiteful teenage kid in with that crowd, & I did get advised to dumb it down; had some problems with the characters -- you wanna know what the real reason is? No U-boat.
I wish I could sale the darkened seas in a great big submarine...
Hey, Taylor Maid still works at Pizza Hut. She answered the phone when Trish & I ordered a veggie lover's. I told Trish she could buy supper 'cause the last few days have been stressing her out too much.
Monday, I'm getting my tooth fixed, & then it's the long, slow-burn until X-mas.
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