Weekly Word Count

I’ve finished the purple notebook, and started on the one that I got for Father’s Day. I’ve sullied its beauty with ink, and it still looks magnificent.

Another issue worth of Steven is done.

The fiction behind Book 2 of Steven will be hitting the writery web page soon. Look out for that, if you dig Steven. Book 2 is where it -really- starts to get twisted.

Looks like there might just be copies of The Remembrance at ConClave this year. I’m going to see what I can do to slip in some badge ribbons and send some Goblin War bookmarks, too. More details will be forthcoming as October approaches.

Pushing through the self-doubt. Pushing through the inaction. Pushing through. :)

Words of Wisdom

From Neil Gaiman’s blog:

“I’m reading Samuel R. Delany’s _About Writing_ right now….  _About
Writing_ is a wonderful book that should be read by anyone who wants
to be, or is already, a writer. It contains seven essays, four letters
and five interviews.

“I was just struck by this paragraph from one of the letters — to
someone who wishes he or she was a writer, but probably isn’t. And I
thought, I should put it up here for all the people who write to me
convinced that they would be happy if only they were writers.

    Writers are people who write. By and large, they are not happy
people. They’re not good at relationships. Often they’re drunks. And
writing — good writing — does not get easier and easier with
practice. It gets harder and harder — so eventually the writer must
stall out into silence.The silence that waits for every writer and
that, inevitably, if only with death (if we’re lucky the two may
happen at the same time: but they are still two, and their coincidence
is rare), the writer must fall into is angst-ridden and terrifying –
and often drives us mad. (In a letter to Allen Tate, the poet Hart
Crane once described writing as “dancing on dynamite.”) So if you’re
not a writer, consider yourself fortunate.

“(Hey, I thought when I read that, at least I’m not a drunk.)”

Challenge: 3 things

Yoinked from :

  • Post 3 things you’ve done in your lifetime that you don’t think anybody else on your friends list has done.
  • See if anybody else responds with “I’ve done that.” If they have, you need to add another! (2.b., 2.c., etc…)
  • Have your friends cut & paste this into their journal to see what unique things they’ve done in their life.

1a. Earned the Eagle Scout rank from the Boy Scouts of America
1b. Ridden on a bullet train.
1c. Been married on Halloween.
2a. Self-published a novel
2b. Been to the Hiroshima Peace Park
3. Officiated a funeral

While I’m working.

Feeling the craving to put pen to paper. Need to finish the end journal entry to my latest notebook.

I feel better as the antibiotics leave my system. Huh.

Too. Damn. Hot.

Right and left lower control arms (including bushings) have been ordered.

Still craving polish style pickles, but also thinking of Chinese for dinner.

Chinese for dinner was a go. Chicken curry with onions from Chen’s was delicious. Will have to find pickles at Meijer, or, if I wait until tomorrow before work, Apple Market.

Hours later, and still want to put pen on paper, but have no idea where I’d actually do something like that in my apartment. How odd.

Gotta keep up with errands, even if I’m not staying at my apartment. Duhr.

Maybe I’ll just crash when I get home. *yawn*

Or maybe I’ll do some editing and finish that journal entry. One must have goals, after all.

While I’m working.

Doctor just called with the labwork results. Looks like it’s mono, and the eye infection wasn’t bacterial after all. Apparently, I tend to run myself ragged and not get enough rest. The irony is, I can’t tell mono tired from sleep apnea tired. How do you do that when you’ve lived your life tired?

Also, that means that I’ve wasted a good $80 on prescription co-pays. Nice.

From the Wikipedia article:
Supra-orbital oedema—the eyes become puffy and swollen—may occur in the early stages of infection.
The virus can remain dormant in the B cells indefinitely after symptoms have disappeared, and resurface at a later date.

Lucky me.

RIP George Carlin

My sandwich had too much onion, and did not come with the promised pickle. This is irritating.

I’m answering customers’ questions as they come in, and knowing the answers (save for one) is making me feel pretty good.
I’m officially invited to LiquidWeb’s DC3 ground breaking ceremony. That’s a little messed up.

My boss listens. Even when I’m all GRAWR SKIPPY SMASH!! This is good.

An Inconvenient Truth

I’ve been wanting to see this one for a long time, and I’m glad it’s finally come up in my queue. In the end, it’s a straightforward piece that presents its science and facts upfront, without any obfuscation. Plain speech, for once. Sure, there are the emotional cues and it is skewed toward its premise – humanity is causing an unprecedented rise in CO2 in the atmosphere, and the link between CO2 level and global temperature.

I’m going to do what I can. Four stars.