Off to Conflikt this afternoon. I will post as the hotel wireless allows.
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Lovely day of writing yesterday, plus a walk in the rain with Paul, (walked to beer store, but it’s good to have goals, right, RIGHT??), plus Paul came over to watch some New Tricks with us. He was very complimentary about the chili, which made me happy, as it’s hard for just Jeff and I to work our way through it by ourselves.
All in all a very satisfactory day.
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OMG the grind I need a change of scene. OH WHAT’S THIS I’m going to Conflikt at the end of the week for the weekend! so don’t expect that word count to move much until next week. I’ll be gone Friday and back sometime on Monday.
No word on whether Mike is joining me yet. Paul plans on day trips but staying with Janice to dodge hotel feels, I mean fees. I’ve rented a car for Friday just in case.
I haven’t been practicing much but I’m so looking forward to just being there and listening. I’ve been very tense with waiting for my turn to play in the past but if I go this time with no expectation except The Traditional Steak Dinner with Blind Lemming Chiffon (which he may dodge this year, he says he’s dieting) and the Filkenchantment Orchestra that is the luncheon, so more food than singing. And I get to see bunches of people I don’t normally get to see. Happy sigh.
cazart doldrums
But the kitchen floor is swept and the rugs washed. Every time I put down fresh rugs Buster puts a footlong skidmark on the one closest to the fridge, and I hate looking at them. Clean your bum, duDE!
Word count is now 33260 but I feel like I’m gonna be Penelope on everything I’ve written the last three days so I’m not going to count em up until later.
I want to lie in the sun for a week; I feel like contentment is purring next door and I can’t leave the house (not literally true – went for a walk yesterday with Paul which was very pleasant and yes mOm he got the family history books.) Not hearing back from the job interview doesn’t lift my mood. Every time I go for an interview I’m knocked off course for a while as I panic and think I’ll never finish this novel if I get a job and start thinking very very Marvin-ish thoughts.
So PM me if you want me to keep writing. I’m a little shrivelled at the moment.
Ritual of transference
gudDAMM but it’s terrible, after effing about all morning I finally settle to write and elephants start dancing on the ceiling. I go out and Kim and a workman are tangling with the gutters and drains about the house, which is fine by me, now that I know what the uck is fupp.
Back to writing, I got multiple deadlines after all.
No writing today
Today is fer clearing. Gonna set the timer now.
400 words for the book of kind words yesterday
Yesterday had the most affecting encounter with an eclecticus parrot named Little E at the Butterfly Sanctuary. He eyed me and then moved closer to me. I bowed to him repeatedly and echoed his little calls; he flew onto my chest and commenced to loving on me including grooming my nose hairs. (alarming but adorbs). He allowed me to walk while he rode on my arm. A professional photographer captured the moment and apparently pOp exchanged emails with him for later photos. I managed to maintain my composure long enough to get selfie video as well. I’ll add the YouTube address when I’ve uploaded it.
As we got to the sanctuary a bald eagle flew over our heads. As we left, there was a rainbow. Yesterday was a fury of symbols for sure.
Buddah!
This is what Alex says all the time. It’s his all purpose word.
He smooshed his finger in the sun room door this morning. Total elapsed time crying less than two minutes. Katie inspected his finger and shrugged. He’s gotta learn. And he did! He started to play with the door again and I said “Whatta ya gotta go and do that for? Doors are ouchie!” and he pivoted and went back to play with his blocks.
The grands are really enjoying him. He creeps up to his great grandpa’s easy chair and coaxes him into a game of peekabo. He mimes knocking great grandma’s walker over so he can play with the wheels.
I’m really enjoying being kind of unplugged. Time flows differently in this place.
Second book to the editor yesterday. Cover mockup for the third book below. Aren’t fractals awesome?
Today, the butterfly house and a meal at Sassy’s and then home on the ferry this afternoon.
I am content…
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I have a job interview this afternoon. The thing about job interviews is if you don’t go on them you can’t get jobs. I know this is very simple minded, but that’s about where I am.
After the job interview I’m going to go pick up a rented car and then pick up my daughter and grandson and go to Victoria the following morning being Thursday, since going over the evening means two difficult sleeps not one. Only going overnight. Cue squeeing from mOm. Or not, maybe she won’t read this before I phone her.
one fish two fish assfish bluefish
My Patronus A little Harry Potter humour.
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I think I found a new sf and fantasy imprint where I might want to submit.
IT’S BEEN BALLY AGES SINCE I POSTED A DECENT MOOSEPIC. Moose mom and twins in sprinkler in Alaska.
Why do women constantly worry that they might be pregnant?
Never been so happy to be through the change….
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Not much to report. Writing continues. Weather is full of suck.
Mike has REPOTTED HIS NORFOLK PINE. It’s not quite heroic but the damned thing’s 6 foot and it will no longer bite me in the neck the next time he feeds me dinner. But it’s where it will still get lots of light.
I’m thinking about trying to make congee. Or something else that I can make in one pot. That Martha Stewart one pan pasta meal was fricking awesome, and fast. I think there might be one more meal of it in the fridge.
I’m trying to unplug from normal breakfast choices. I could have stew for breakfast, nothing wrong with that. And I shouldn’t but I’m gonna make more coffee.
I should probably eat some breakfast and unload the dishwasher.
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Looking at the world from 14 floors up on a rainy day is still more interesting than being on the ground. and so much more light!
The plants here are persloding.
I hereby declare that any writing I do today will be a happy accident.
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Got to see Keith before he went off for Winter Training. Ai to be so young I could contemplate walkin’ into the Burrard Inlet with nuttin’ but me and me gi and me At’letic cup.
Almost made word count today.
Dear facebook please don’t ask me to wish happy birthday to dead people. Dear allegra don’t be such a putz, you can quit facebook any time you want. Dear facebook you are an enabling bastard and I wouldn’t cross the street to puke in your ear if your brains were on fire. Dear allegra we get that a lot but we must strain to hear you over the immense groan of the earth underneath our server rooms and our satanic grasp of human foibles BWA HA HA.
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