I have finished my Subterranean Press short story! Jeez, that was 3K that took. All. Day. Long. But it’s done, and it…didn’t turn out to be at all the kind of story I thought it was going to be. But I think I like it, and I’m pleased with having written it. That’s *two* short stories written in the last 6 months! Goodness gracious! Well. My goodness. I’m quite pleased! *does a happy dance* ytd wordcount: 205,400 miles to Minas Tirith: 441.3
all out of…
YAY the Phoenix landed safely! …that was totally not what I was going to write about, but more or less the first thing I do in the mornings is check out the APotD, and YAY the Phoenix landed safely! *beams* Right. Where was I. Last night I was observing to Deborah that I was all out of give-a-shit. She observed in return that actually, what was impressive was that I was all out of grim. I believe she nailed the actual problem there, and it seems that having had it…
staggering by…
I’ve read 9 books this month. That’s half again as many as I’d read this _year_ previous to May. I’m pretty sure I could happily stay on vacation through the end of June without having the slightest urge to go back to the keyboard to work. I keep looking at books on the TBR shelf that I’ve been looking forward to for years and putting off reading them yet because I *know* they’re going to be good, and I don’t want to commit myself to reading something _that good_ until…
We’ll myth you, Robert.
Evidently Robert Aspirin has died, which is just too damned bad. I read his Myth books with great fondness as a teenager, and his Phule books with surprising fondness as an adult, and was happy to go back to the Myth books until one of the later co-authored ones pointed out, in the foreword, an idiosyncracy of Robert’s that had been retained despite the co-authoring, and having had it pointed out to me, I could literally no longer read his books because I found it so irritating. Regardless, I have…
*laugh*
Online conversation just now, regarding tin whistles and guitars and broken fingers (yes, still damaged; we think I probably cracked a bone or two): Kit: so. that’s my goal. Trent: Heal, learn tin whistle, then move on to guitar? Kit: pretty much. despite the fact that tin whistle does not in any way translate to guitar. Kit: although re-learning to read music is helpful. Trent: My next line was going to be something about ‘crawl, learn to stand, ride a motorcycle’. Kit laughs. Kit: isn’t that my SOP? Trent: Pretty…