February 22, 2001
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Life
For anyone who may actually be reading this, you'll notice that I haven't been around lately. Let's just say that Real Life reared its ugly head and got very real for a bit. The stress is hitting more normal levels around here and I'm starting to produce text again. The first problem that appeared will have ongoing legal effects, but nothing that can't be handled. (I'm involved on the victim's side, not the perp's. The victim is doing very nicely, btw.)The second was both more minor and more major. My thirteen year old cat, Nugan, wasn't feeling well so I took her to the vet. Turns out she had congestive heart failure. After an evaluation of her chances I made the decision to let her go. It's always hard to say good-bye to a dear friend.
I wish you a warm lap, cold milk and an eternally clean box, Little One. The nights will be a little colder without you purring next to my pillow.
Writing
Refuge
Refuge is on hold for the time being. I started trying to get back into it the other day and it's like I'm trying to jump right into a marathon without doing my stretches. So I decided to stretch a bit. I want to pick it back up next week.
The Inheritors
No, I haven't finished something new. I just renamed something old. The Hunters got a new title before I popped it off to the Darkfire anthology. It just seems to fit. We'll see if the editor agrees.
Prodigal
Ever see the Tom Hanks movie The Money Pit? I love that movie. There's a line in there where the contractors show up to start 'renovating' the house that's appropriate here. "Your number came up in the lottery! We work today!" Prodigal's number came up and I pulled it out of the fridge and set it on the front burner. I've already gotten past the place I faltered before. This is a good sign. Trying to recapture the mood and language is proving to be more difficult. But if it was easy anyone could do it.
This one shouldn't be much more than 5k - 6k total. I know, I know, famous last words.
Today's Words: 258
Total Words: 2,601
I HATE computers
There I was, typing away, getting into the swing of things and plowing through the story when bing the damn thing goes dead! ARGH! I rebooted and while Word had been able to recover most of my recent stuff (I save often) it managed to lose the last paragraph. The last paragraph that I'd just finished slaving over and couldn't reconstruct if my life depended on it. Well, ok, if my life depended on it, I could probably come close.
I know I have to be prepared to murder my darlings... I just hate it when the damn things suicide!