You know I've been doing fine, I'm told. I know, I know.
I sat down wanting to write an entry, as I haven't in a long time and a lot has happened in the past month--a lot. So much that it's hit that point where there's too much to know exactly where to start.
So, for those who don't know, I've moved from Ithaca, NY to Chaska, MN. Chaska's one of those midwestern small towns hovering between its farm roots and the steady creep of urban sprawl, full of yellow brick buildings and businesses centered in converted homes. You go downtown and it feels a little like the place is waiting to see which way the highways that keep getting expanded will swing, whether they'll go back to county fairs and local festivals or try to become metropolitan. The neighborhood we're in is full of young families with one-point-five kids and a dog. It's nice, in its own way. It's... well, very Minnesota.
That was the end of the month. The two weeks preceding that were dedicated to the Alpha Young Writers Scifi/Fantasy/Horror residential workshop in PA, which deserves an entry all its own, and will have one. It got my head back in the game, as far as writing is concerned, and also helped prime the inspirational pumps. I'm not going to say much as it really does need an entry all its own--just that I got invited to be staff again next year and I couldn't possibly be happier about it. If you're in the 14-19 age bracket and a writer of speculative fiction, you should apply. No question.
I feel like I should have something more interesting to say. I guess I'm still a bit exhausted from it all. Next entry will be thoughts on writing inspired by the song It All Depends by The Paper Raincoat, and after that, probably a download of thoughts on Alpha and the marvelous, brilliant, caring, creative people who run it and attended.
So, for those who don't know, I've moved from Ithaca, NY to Chaska, MN. Chaska's one of those midwestern small towns hovering between its farm roots and the steady creep of urban sprawl, full of yellow brick buildings and businesses centered in converted homes. You go downtown and it feels a little like the place is waiting to see which way the highways that keep getting expanded will swing, whether they'll go back to county fairs and local festivals or try to become metropolitan. The neighborhood we're in is full of young families with one-point-five kids and a dog. It's nice, in its own way. It's... well, very Minnesota.
That was the end of the month. The two weeks preceding that were dedicated to the Alpha Young Writers Scifi/Fantasy/Horror residential workshop in PA, which deserves an entry all its own, and will have one. It got my head back in the game, as far as writing is concerned, and also helped prime the inspirational pumps. I'm not going to say much as it really does need an entry all its own--just that I got invited to be staff again next year and I couldn't possibly be happier about it. If you're in the 14-19 age bracket and a writer of speculative fiction, you should apply. No question.
I feel like I should have something more interesting to say. I guess I'm still a bit exhausted from it all. Next entry will be thoughts on writing inspired by the song It All Depends by The Paper Raincoat, and after that, probably a download of thoughts on Alpha and the marvelous, brilliant, caring, creative people who run it and attended.