Blather, Dawdle, Repeat

April 24

I'm officially going to Rio Hondo -- I sent in the first half of the money, and Heather's been looking at plane fares for me (she's more adept at finding stuff like that online than I am). I'm quite excited about it. And interested to find out who else is going...

I've actually been productive for the past couple of mornings, getting up early, listening to Cake, and working on the Frog novel. I felt sort of stalled for a little while last week, but now I've got some good forward momentum again, and the path of at least the next several thousand words appears laid out, clear and shimmering, before me. This should be a good book, more plot-intensive than my work usually is, fast-moving and packed with weirdness... but I suppose I've said all that before, so I'll stop.

Not much else to report, writing-wise. I've got lots of stories out I'm waiting to hear back on, so pray for acceptances. I need Rio Hondo money!

Tonight was meant to be work-filled and productive, but instead I merely started a number of projects -- I started a review, I started to proofread Star*Line 26.2, I started to read the story I just received as a jumping-off point for my part of the Exquisite Corpuscle project. I had a little trouble with follow-through... I did manage to send Erin Donahoe the necessary information to start carrying Star*Line on her small-press poetry-clearinghouse site. She has a shiny new poetry discussion board, too, so get over there and discuss some poems! Like, say, my poems! Like they've been doing over on Greg's comment board! Though they only discussed one poem, really. I read that poem aloud at Worldcon, especially for Greg, because he likes it so much.

I also updated the Flytrap page, to include the table of contents. I gave it a better background, too.

Otherwise, it's been a fast-moving and busy week, filled with various things. Grocery shopping. Doing dishes. Looking at a pile of graphic novels and realizing I should really start reviewing them. Reading The Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque as slowly as possible, because I don't want it to be over, because it's such a wonderful reading experience. We did have a nice evening with the lovely and soon-to-be-leaving Susan Marie yesterday, drinking a bottle of syrah and a bottle of shiraz, talk talk talking, watching Angel. And tonight Holly's friend, a boxer from Ghana, came over, and told us all about breaking his knuckles in his last fight, and about his upcoming trip back to Ghana, and so on; fascinating stuff. My sweet Heather updated her journal a couple of times today. An tra and la and la.

I'll get up tomorrow morning, and work on my novel some more. I'll go to work, and do data entry (which reminds me, go fill out the A Certain magazine poll and survey, if you haven't -- we need more votes!). I'll come home, and then we'll do laundry, I suppose, perhaps, and I'll try to write reviews. Saturday should be more fun -- Heather and I plan to go to Palo Alto to visit Dave, then come back to Oakland for our 2-year anniversary dinner, then a hot tub! And on Sunday, more work, because I'm so behind I'm drowning in all the paper I should've already filled with words...

Words written since February 1, 2003: 34,700

Words written since last entry:
2,000

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