I never published the Sunday Post. Maybe I wanted to give myself time to retract. Maybe the depression stayed my hand from making things all too public. Yet when I logged in today for this Monday moment, I realized that I wanted to kick this thing into the matrix. Kids do in fact suck. I will love my kids for the rest of my consciousness, but I will not allow myself to continue to be disrespected and walked on. I suspect they learned that little trick from my ex-wife. Yeah, okay. I’ getting too dirty here. Time to back away from the topic and fall into…
Some Thoughts:
- I missed the voting window for the Nebula Awards this year. Like a punk. I’m slowly getting into the responsibilities of being an SFWA member…
- Speaking of getting in, I did get into an MFA program! Stoked to see where it takes me.
- Still on track with the exercise. Still fat though. I need to be able to fit the tux. Moreover, I need to look very good in it. These are my forever wedding photos.
- Started reading TR Napper and his curious brand of Australian cyberpunk. Dude has the pulse of the thing and it isn’t trapped in the 80’s like so much other stuff. It has the feel of the era and the genre, but offers post modern technology that thrums with an understanding of the now and the after. The backmatter is a whos who of the expanded genre. I have a lot more to go through to get through the man’s canon but 36 Streets is a good start. Bugs a bit that shades of it are reminiscent of the novella (growing into novel now) I’m working through.
- Speaking of which, I hit 22,000 words today. At a 1000 more per day (less weekends) I should strike novella-sized completion in six weeks. I’ll give it a few more than that to see what actually shakes out.