Hid
April 10
Precious little to report. It's late Wednesday night, and the week is gliding out from under me, disappearing piece by piece. I haven't written anything in a couple of days. Here's what I've been up to:
Yesterday I got my payment for "Bone Sigh" from Twilight Showcase, so Heather and I went grocery shopping, whee! The fast-paced life of an editorial assistant/writer... we rented K-PAX, which wasn't as touchy-feely-crappy as I'd feared it would be. Kevin Spacey's a great actor; I doubt the role stretched his muscles all that much, but he still did it very well.
Got a rejection from Strange Horizons... that's about it for movement on the writing front.
Today I worked, nothing very interesting. Went to the gym tonight, did a harder-than-usual workout, got all sweaty. La. Came home, made dinner with Heather, hung out on the couch, frolicked. Pleasant and restful.
I felt pretty good all day, if not tremendously energetic or productive. I can't believe tomorrow is Thursday. Doesn't seem liked I've lived that many days since the weekend.
I've been craving juice lately (and when I drink orange juice it's like drinking sunlight; well, not literally, because drinking sunlight is like drinking nothing, and drinking the sun would flash-immolate your face, much like drinking lightning; but I speak, poetically: like drinking sunlight). Water tastes amazingly good. I like fruit more than usual. Presumably my body is sending me memos. I'm heeding them as best I can.
Good article on Salon, debunking Lucas's claim that Star Wars owes everything to Joseph Campbell.
I finished Fox Woman. Most satisfying. Today I read "Where They Are Hid", a short story by Tim Powers. I dunno if it's in his collection or not (I assume it is, since he hasn't written that many stories), but I read it in a really beautiful Charnel House hardcover slipcased edition. It's a marvelous story. Powers is so good.
I'm getting excited about lots of things... My anniversary with Heather approaches, and we're going to spend a nice weekend together. WisCon is coming soon. Loveliness abounding.
G'night.
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