I have an adjustable table and I was, well, adjusting it earlier. It decided to take a bite out of the pad of my pinky finger. Now I have a spiffy band-aid on the end section of my pinky finger and it is interfering with typing everything on the left-hand side of the keyboard and the shift key I use most often. So, trying to write on the WIP is an exercise in frustration and filled with even more typos than usual. How obnoxious. I know, it could be worse (it doesn't hurt) but still. ;-)
Hmmm...what to say, what to say?
I am an as yet unpublished writer who is working on an urban fantasy novel at the moment. I'll post something more interesting later.
I am an as yet unpublished writer who is working on an urban fantasy novel at the moment. I'll post something more interesting later.
Nothing much happening here. Some zoo exhibit tours, a little reading, a little writing and more playing in the papers and research.
I didn't get anything done this weekend except for a really nice walk, on a sunny saturday day with ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
writerbythebay. We walked up the Whatcom Falls Trail and had a look at the Falls. Beautiful.
The cats are obviously back on the nocturnal cycle. Not happening. There will be war. I've declared it. If I don't sleep, they don't sleep.
writerbythebay. We walked up the Whatcom Falls Trail and had a look at the Falls. Beautiful. The cats are obviously back on the nocturnal cycle. Not happening. There will be war. I've declared it. If I don't sleep, they don't sleep.
I input just one little page of edits today BUT I had to add a scene on that page.
I lost nearly 1000 words yesterday and added them back today with the new scene.
There is one more thing I think I'll be altering in the beginning section but I believe I'll let it sit until the next pass, I don't wanna live in revision mode forever nor do I want to keep hacking on this without merging it back into one piece again. Having it all chopped and split lends itself to errors. (Not to mention it's ugly).
I lost nearly 1000 words yesterday and added them back today with the new scene.
There is one more thing I think I'll be altering in the beginning section but I believe I'll let it sit until the next pass, I don't wanna live in revision mode forever nor do I want to keep hacking on this without merging it back into one piece again. Having it all chopped and split lends itself to errors. (Not to mention it's ugly).
I got a few more pages of edits input into the computer but no true new words today. I was too tired to be good for anything creative today because of the windstorm that raged ALL NIGHT LONG last night. It woke me up (felt like) ten thousand times. Duuuuh...drooool....
Nearly made a thousand words today on Son and Pals. And I'm finally typing in the edits made a while ago. Sucks. We hates playing find the fix on the screen. I can't give a proper word count until I finish doing the fixes. Sucks.
I've been attacked by a story featuring A and R. They are ripe for personality clashes and I now know one reason behind some of that hostility. Oh treacherous R, or were you so treacherous? *rubs hands in anticipation*
R has been showing me more of his younger years and I'm getting a deeper peek inside his personality. You fascinating creature, R.
I've been attacked by a story featuring A and R. They are ripe for personality clashes and I now know one reason behind some of that hostility. Oh treacherous R, or were you so treacherous? *rubs hands in anticipation*
R has been showing me more of his younger years and I'm getting a deeper peek inside his personality. You fascinating creature, R.
I got a couple a hundred words written (In this case I actually do mean typed and not hand written which is what I've been doing most of lately) this morning before I got an invitation to come and be sociable.
It figures doesn't it. Have a long spell of no real writing and then when you do sit down to write, poof, a distraction. It was a nice distraction though.
My Uncle emailed and asked if I could do some drawings of how a PVC pipe display panel framework was supposed to be put together (for Norwest Con). A step-by-step pictorial instruction guide. I had to admit that this was not in my skill area and that he should look for they guys doing more technical drawings like cars and mech warriors 'n stuff. A technical artist. I am a fine artist (not practicing at the mo, can we say very rusty?) and I'm not that great with that straight line stuff.
I felt bad having to say no but I know my capabilities and I don't think I could deliver what he needs. I did suggest photographs for step-by-step but apparently the PVC pipe is black and difficult to photograph in detail. The pipe has to be put together in a very specific way for it to line up square. I suggested a detailed numbering system but that might not work because other conventions use this PVC pipe framework too.
It figures doesn't it. Have a long spell of no real writing and then when you do sit down to write, poof, a distraction. It was a nice distraction though.
My Uncle emailed and asked if I could do some drawings of how a PVC pipe display panel framework was supposed to be put together (for Norwest Con). A step-by-step pictorial instruction guide. I had to admit that this was not in my skill area and that he should look for they guys doing more technical drawings like cars and mech warriors 'n stuff. A technical artist. I am a fine artist (not practicing at the mo, can we say very rusty?) and I'm not that great with that straight line stuff.
I felt bad having to say no but I know my capabilities and I don't think I could deliver what he needs. I did suggest photographs for step-by-step but apparently the PVC pipe is black and difficult to photograph in detail. The pipe has to be put together in a very specific way for it to line up square. I suggested a detailed numbering system but that might not work because other conventions use this PVC pipe framework too.
Dear weather,
I see you. Clouds, seamless, soft and smooth. Thick and heavy but filtering a surprising amount of light. You are snow clouds. It's been cold as hell today. Well!?!?
HA! Told you!! Tiny tiny little microscopic flakes are beginning to fall.
I see you. Clouds, seamless, soft and smooth. Thick and heavy but filtering a surprising amount of light. You are snow clouds. It's been cold as hell today. Well!?!?
HA! Told you!! Tiny tiny little microscopic flakes are beginning to fall.
matociquala has declared this International Embarrass Yourself as an Artist Day. She has challenged everyone to post their earliest and stinkiest piece of writing evah.Yep, I have some things from back in Jr high/high school. Stories AND drawings.
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A realtor called a bit ago (I let the answering machine get it) and wants to come by tomorrow morning.
No.
I didn't pick up fast enough so now I must call back and say No.
Update: Just got a second call to view. "No, call the other tenants".
I called the first one back and left a refusal message too.
Piss off you guys.
No.
I didn't pick up fast enough so now I must call back and say No.
Update: Just got a second call to view. "No, call the other tenants".
I called the first one back and left a refusal message too.
Piss off you guys.
I went back and eyeballed the map of my world that I've been fiddling with for (20+ years now) and decided that the last revision I made still pleased me. So, I pieced on the last continent and and tidied it up. I now have a world map, a blow up of the continent where The Odd Ball story takes place and a blow up of where the rest of the stories take place. I still have some detail work to do to adjust from the earlier drawings but I now have something to run with. I changed the landscape a lot with this last series of revisions.
*In my best Fran Drescher voice*, "I wonder how long it'll laaast"
*In my best Fran Drescher voice*, "I wonder how long it'll laaast"
I got up and read about this little gem this morning (twitch...trigger).
They were set to execute Michael Morales, a man who raped and murdered a 17-year-old girl (whose name was not provided). BUT the anesthesiologist walked out and would not certify that the rapist/murderer was unconscious so the lethal cocktail could be administered.
Another part of this was that defense attourneys are going on about how cruel the lethal cocktail is because it may cause the recipient pain.
Hello! How about Morlaes' victim? I bet SHE felt pain when he raped her. And then murdered her. So, why should anyone be concerned about his feeling any pain? I have no sympathy, my heart is hard and cold when it comes to Morales. My heart weeps for the girl, her surviving family and the future that was killed with her.
How is it that the victims become of lesser importance? Why do criminals have more rights and considerations than their victims do? Why should we care about the criminal's comfort when they didn't care about their victim's?
Well, I don't give a rats butt about the criminals. Be uncomfortable, feel pain and feel fear. You brought in on yourself. No excuses. No sympathy.
A dead criminal makes no more victims.
They were set to execute Michael Morales, a man who raped and murdered a 17-year-old girl (whose name was not provided). BUT the anesthesiologist walked out and would not certify that the rapist/murderer was unconscious so the lethal cocktail could be administered.
Another part of this was that defense attourneys are going on about how cruel the lethal cocktail is because it may cause the recipient pain.
Hello! How about Morlaes' victim? I bet SHE felt pain when he raped her. And then murdered her. So, why should anyone be concerned about his feeling any pain? I have no sympathy, my heart is hard and cold when it comes to Morales. My heart weeps for the girl, her surviving family and the future that was killed with her.
How is it that the victims become of lesser importance? Why do criminals have more rights and considerations than their victims do? Why should we care about the criminal's comfort when they didn't care about their victim's?
Well, I don't give a rats butt about the criminals. Be uncomfortable, feel pain and feel fear. You brought in on yourself. No excuses. No sympathy.
A dead criminal makes no more victims.
I can't believe it. The management of several major ports in the Eastern United States has been sold to Dubai Ports World, a state-owned business in the United Arab Emirates. The company to sell the port management was British. (How is it that our ports are owned by non American companies in the first place?)
How stupid is this? How could placing the fox inside the chicken house be a good idea? No political babbling will EVER convince me that this will be good for our country or safe. I do not believe you Mr. Chertoff when you say it will be OK because American companies still handle the security of the ports.
Hey Dumbasses, I will hold you all personally responsible when we have the next September 11th.
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Charges of child molestation by a catholic priest (Moffatt) have been found credible and he has been removed from being a priest (or some such). What I want to know is why this piece of shit is not locked up in prison for raping two (or how many more?) boys?
How stupid is this? How could placing the fox inside the chicken house be a good idea? No political babbling will EVER convince me that this will be good for our country or safe. I do not believe you Mr. Chertoff when you say it will be OK because American companies still handle the security of the ports.
Hey Dumbasses, I will hold you all personally responsible when we have the next September 11th.
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Charges of child molestation by a catholic priest (Moffatt) have been found credible and he has been removed from being a priest (or some such). What I want to know is why this piece of shit is not locked up in prison for raping two (or how many more?) boys?
I am a slug. ooooze.....
The highlight of a lovely afternoon was that I had the opportunity to meet and chat with anghara (aka Alma Alexander) in person today. *squee*
She is a lively, intelligent and funny lady and I enjoyed her company (and listening to her most curious and pleasant accent). :-)
If you get a chance to met her in person, do so, she is quite fun and interesting to talk to. She'll be at Lunacon (NJ) in March. Check out her website here.
anghara (aka Alma Alexander) in person today. *squee* She is a lively, intelligent and funny lady and I enjoyed her company (and listening to her most curious and pleasant accent). :-)
If you get a chance to met her in person, do so, she is quite fun and interesting to talk to. She'll be at Lunacon (NJ) in March. Check out her website here.
Yesterday I played zoo exhibit and I really didn't feel like playing. I hadn't been feeling well over the past week and got behind on the housework A-gain and playing zoo exhibit just was not what I wanted. I didn't clean very well and I didn't care.
The couple that came by was a little different from the other couples because it was the male half doing all the examining. He had the look of a high school English teacher about him, you know, sorta hippie, short unbrushed curly hair, ski sweater and corduroys with loafers type thing. He went around and looked IN and AT everything! (What is it with you jack asses? Get out of my pantry and quit peeping in all the closets!)
Anyway, he looked the place over with an engineer's eye, I almost expected him to bring out a tape measure and start documenting the exact dimensions of the place. The female half was chatting away with the lady realtor like they were old friends and stayed out of his way.
I was asked (by him) what my rent was, how much my heating bill was, if I liked the place and how long I'd been here. Can I just say how much I loathe strangers asking me how much my rent is only slightly less than getting asked how much my income is (by anyone)? I realize that they have some sort of right to know how much rent I pay but I am never prepared for the shock of rudeness it raises in me. I do not care to discuss my finances with strangers. OK, it's probably all about strangers invading my personal space so I feel ruffled already. I'm actually a lot better with strangers NOT on my personal turf. *Pictures tom cat pissing to mark territory* *Or putting my foot on it and growling*
I was left with that unsettled feeling for the rest of the day and slept badly last night too. I hope this couple doesn't buy the place either.
The couple that came by was a little different from the other couples because it was the male half doing all the examining. He had the look of a high school English teacher about him, you know, sorta hippie, short unbrushed curly hair, ski sweater and corduroys with loafers type thing. He went around and looked IN and AT everything! (What is it with you jack asses? Get out of my pantry and quit peeping in all the closets!)
Anyway, he looked the place over with an engineer's eye, I almost expected him to bring out a tape measure and start documenting the exact dimensions of the place. The female half was chatting away with the lady realtor like they were old friends and stayed out of his way.
I was asked (by him) what my rent was, how much my heating bill was, if I liked the place and how long I'd been here. Can I just say how much I loathe strangers asking me how much my rent is only slightly less than getting asked how much my income is (by anyone)? I realize that they have some sort of right to know how much rent I pay but I am never prepared for the shock of rudeness it raises in me. I do not care to discuss my finances with strangers. OK, it's probably all about strangers invading my personal space so I feel ruffled already. I'm actually a lot better with strangers NOT on my personal turf. *Pictures tom cat pissing to mark territory* *Or putting my foot on it and growling*
I was left with that unsettled feeling for the rest of the day and slept badly last night too. I hope this couple doesn't buy the place either.
I have an appointment to play the zoo exhibit again late this afternoon.
I am so sick of it.
I hate everything today.
This is going to be the last one I'm taking for a while. Request denied, resubmit in 30 days. F you very much.
I am so sick of it.
I hate everything today.
This is going to be the last one I'm taking for a while. Request denied, resubmit in 30 days. F you very much.