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March 2017



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there's a train leaving nightly called, "when all is said and done--"

John JosephAdams has published a short piece on Undertow at SCIFI.COM. I am all interviewed and stuff.

I am still in something of a mood, and I really want to work, but none of these short stories are ripe, dammit. And trying to write them when they're not ripe only ends in tears and thrashing.

At least all thatemail is finally downloaded. Man, I have missed Eudora. Gmail is a lovely thing, but the user interface, I say after using it exclusively for two years, is ass

Well, I see SFWA is embarrassing itself on the internets again. Come on, guys, you can do better than that.

So I guess my plan for the rest of the day, after spending ~3 hours dealing with post office bureaucratic incompetence this morning*, is to play guitar, read books, listen to too much Warren Zevon, and maybe do some math.

*I got not one but two "pick up your package" tags in my mailbox yesterday, one for each of my identities. So I forged my own signature on the "Elizabeth Bear" once, since her name doesn't actually appear on any of my ID, and trundled down to the post office to pick up the packages. Well, my local post office informed me that the tags were for the central Hartford PO, and to go there to get my package. I only had the vaguest idea of where to find it, but I eventually did (there was some driving in confusing parts of the city, and so forth, and did I mention is was hot and sunny and I had a headache?) and they looked at it and said, "You are not our zip code," and I said, "But this is your address on the card," and they went in back and looked. And found nothing. And sent me back to my post office.

So back I went (another 20 minutes driving in city traffic) and stood in line for twenty minutes for the third time, and made them go in back and look...

Net result?

One (1) used compact disk. Which could have fit in my mailbox, or been left in the lobby, as the mail carrier NORMALLY does.


did I mention I was already stressed out and CRANKY?


I feel your pain regarding the Pick up your Package. I received one which they refused to redeliver to another address, and they didn't deliver on Saturdays, so I had to drive about 30 miles to the other side of Norwich to get it. It was a BOOK which i probably could have got from a booksale.

And the other day, I got series 3 of Buffy delivered and I asked for the sender on ebay to send it special D so someone had to sign for it, or take it to the local post office.

What happened? The postman(WHO DELIVERED IT!!!) signed for it, then put a note through the door to say "I signed for it for you, it's behind the flower pot."

No-one seems to understand my being angry about this!!!

Sorry. Didn't mean to rant!
"too much Warren Zevon" ....

"too much Warren Zevon" ...

nope, that does not compute.

- yeff
did I mention I was already stressed out and CRANKY?

*sets up wodka table, blinis and caviar*

*fires up hot tub*

*promises no talking - just eating, drinking and lounging* Tomorrow we talk. Maybe. ;)
Oh god. A hot tub.
No! It was a used CD from Amazon. Yours has not arrived yet....

By the way, YOu have another small package enroute.


it seems to have been postal confusion day here in Southern New England -- UPS's "between 2-and-5" turned into "before 7, but barely." And a package I've been waiting for since the 15th seems to have vanished into thin air. The shipping company is most abashed, and promises to find it or make good...AFTER the holiday weekend.