April 30th, 2008

bad girls marlene make my day

cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon

Yesterday, Jack Williamson would have turned 100, and Albert Hoffman passed away at the age of 102. I feel as if both of these things deserve recognition.

I'm much less interesting than either of those grand old men. However, this is my blog and I feel like I should mention that in an extraordinary burst of conscientiousness, I wrote 509 words on "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood," finished "Overkill," and did one final grovel-through on Refining Fire.

Funny thing. I think they're all pretty good stories. Even if I'm not quite sure yet what TRitSiOB is about. But at least I have a protagonist. Obviously it needs more setting. (When in doubt, add setting.)

Also, 12 hours after I took those multivitamins, my sensation of impending doom went away.



Good night, all.
  • Current Mood
    hungry hungry
holmes confidence

hey now, you're a rock star

Okay, so, woke up this morning, no sensation of an elephant standing on my chest. Good, good!

I have tried taking all my usual supplements except the B-complex and the multivitamin, and we will see if, within an hour, a baseless conviction that the world is about to end and it's somehow my fault reasserts itself. If so, I guess it's back to the drawing board. If not... well, I think I'm just bagging on both and seeing what happens. I could try each individually, but screw it. Who needs to feel gross just to find out what's causing the gross?

I'm still (and for the foreseeable future) Not Keeping Up On The Blogosphere, so if you have blogged something upon which you would like my input, or upon which there will be a quiz, please feel free to drop me a line.

NB: By "For the foreseeable future," I mean December. *g*

This is not about you. It's about me needing to focus down and get some damned work done rather than surfing teh internetz.

Today is a climbing day, and there will be a study date with ashacat and netcurmudgeon, in which we will eat Indian food and type at each other for many hours.

But now, shower. And cereal. I think I need to steal some of Chaz's Cinnamon Life: I have a craving.