Rerouting
August 7
Whoo! Productive night. I went to the gym, and wrote 1,000 words on Rangergirl, and wrote a poem called "Carcinodjinn" and sent it off ( I wrote an awful story in junior high with the same title, and always wanted to call something by that name, and finally came up with a decent idea for a poem that fit). And that, more or less, took up the whole night.
I read a copy of the New Yorker, which had some interesting articles; I had no idea the phrases "not enough room to swing a cat" and "let the cat out of the bag" referred, not to felines, but to the cat-o'-nine-tails. See, what life is, is one long learning experience.
Work was nice today; I kept busy, and did some writing for the magazine, which is always fun. The 500th issue is going to be pretty cool. Look for it at Worldcon.
I got a check yesterday from Asimov's for my poem "My Night with Aphrodite", so perhaps it will be published soon. I hope it gets illustrated, and illustrated well... I've been lucky with illustrations thus far in my (for want of a better word) career.
Speaking of Asimov's, the latest "Accelerando" story, "Router", by Charles Stross is in the current issue, and appears to be reprinted in its entirety on the Asimov's site, here! Nice treat; now I don't have to read it on my lunch break at work. Yum.
I don't think there's any other news of moment. I'm getting a handle on Star*Line; it's not that difficult, putting the issue together, I'm just wary because it's my first time, and I don't want to screw it up, you know? But I think all will be well.
I'm looking forward to having some time with Heather this weekend; we've both been busy this week (and playing Diablo II!), and haven't spent as much time together as I'd like. I miss her. The half hour in the morning, after we more-or-less wake up but before we get out of bed, has been the best part of my day lately; nestled together, my arms around her, just feeling her warmth and there-ness, I feel such peace and fulfillment. This is good stuff. This ongoing life.
And that's it. This week is going by quite rapidly. We hurtle ever onward into an uncertain, exciting future...
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