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June 29, 2004

Last Day

No, not mine. I like the library just fine. No, today is Lisa's last day at Big Orange. She'll soon be working at a dotcom survivor, one of the gritty few that learned the value of making a profit while keeping the pool table in the break room. She's very excited. And you know the drill: if she's happy, I'm happy.

A link of some amusement: Welcome to the Retro Future, or, Yesterday's World of Tomorrow...Today!

Recently Read: Younguncle Comes To Town, by Vandana Singh. 'Twas cool.

June 27, 2004

To Quote Ms. Shaw

Dear Universe,

I would like to sell a story, please.

Love, Jon

Recently Read: Time On My Hands, Peter Delacorte's political time travel novel. Interesting premise, liked it quite a bit until the ending, when it all fell apart. And I can't help but think it's because Delacorte lacked the courage of his premise. Should've let Reagan stay dead in 1938. Oh well.

June 22, 2004

Delicious Jam

And sorry for the delay in updating. What can I say? As it is, Toby and Trey have done fabulous jobs in summarizing what went down. Which means I have to fall back on the pictures I took for interesting new content. As for the workshop, I had a fabulous time. Got some good feedback on a story of mine, got a good start on another one (1400 words), met some very good writers, and since Toby wants to make this a regular thing, I can look forward to next year. If you're in the Ohio area (or even outside it, actually), I'd recommend you get in touch with Toby about it. He's still got space in the weeklong one in July, so you don't even have to wait until next year. Such a deal.

Upon my return I find my contributor's copies of Flytrap 2 with my poem "Another Tuesday Night in Transylvania," as well as a progress-report-program-book-thingy for WFC 2004. Woo!

Current Reading: Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair.

June 20, 2004

If Lin Carter & J.K. Rowling Collaborated...

...then the title Harry Potter and the Toenail of Icklibogg sounds pretty plausible. Otherwise, what were these people smoking?

Sent off my nominees for the World Fantasy Award, as today's the last day to get them postmarked. Otherwise, my only other intentions today are to sneak out of work early and go see Spiderman II: Blasted Cephalopod!.

June 13, 2004

Sunday Pleasant Sunday

Spent Saturday doing light housecleaning and then having dinner with Lisa's parents at the Horseradish Grill and Sunday mowing the lawn followed by grilling out for my parents. The first to celebrate Lisa's birthday, the second to celebrate Father's Day. Yes, early, because next weekend I'll be in Ohio. Say it with me now: Ohio. Ohio. Ohio. Hypnotic, isn't it?

All in all, a lovely weekend.

Reading: Borderlands 5 and the last of the workshop stories.

June 11, 2004

Happy Birthday

Today's my sweetie's birthday. Woo! The cats said something about wanting to throw her a surprise party, but then got distracted by a stray beam of sunshine moving across the wall. It's just as well. They never believe me when I say that not everyone likes catnip shooters.

June 10, 2004

Somewhat Off The Avenue

A 13 day friendly rejection from Lenox Avenue, the hot new ezine all the kids are submitting to.

Currently Reading: Polyphony, Vol. I, in between stories to be critted at the writing jam next weekend.

June 07, 2004

God Bless You, Inventor Of The Cordless Drill

Wondering where I've been? Well, maybe you have. Here's the answer, with illustrations (update: now clarified):

The office, before: 1 and 2.

The office, after: 1 and 2.

Still not quite finished. There's a whole pile of crap that still needs to have a place found for it, donated to Goodwill, or taken out back and set afire as I dance around waving something sharp. That'll be Friday night, I suppose.

Did get a rejection letter during all that: 10 day rejection from F&SF's slush god.

Update: An astute observer asked about the bookshelves' fate. Well, a couple stayed behind in the office, and the rest converted the front room into a library-music-catnapping room.

June 03, 2004

French Verbs Dead

Via Humanophone, I see a report that a French writer has published a 233 page novel that doesn't use a single verb. It's not currently translated into English, although that may change. Interesting quote from the writer:

"The verb is like a weed in a field of flowers. You have to get rid of it to allow the flowers to grow and flourish. Take away the verbs and the language speaks for itself."
To which I say, "Je vous demande pardon?"

June 01, 2004

Shelf Talk

I am moving bookshelves. And, naturally, the books that go on them.

I have a lot of books. Possibly I should do something about that. Like, maybe, possibly, get rid of some of them.

*Slaps self*

Phew. That's better.