- Feeling:
amused
I'm in Milan, things are ok. My father, as it turned out, came out of the hospital quite soon, and things weren't quite as bad as they had sounded for a while (meaning first of all that he doesn't seem to have lost one kidney to an overlong procedure after all, and secondly that he didn't have to spend ages in the hospital as I thought). He's had a couple of exams since leaving hospital and they're basically ok, will have more different exams no doubt and we hope they'll be ok too. Only, he lost a few more kilos in the process and still finds it very hard to eat, so he's not gaining them (he's also always been on the thin side, and not inclined to put on weight, unlike the women in the family); his mood isn't great, but he manages.
I'm likely to be here another week, not booked a flight yet: just because since I'm here, I might as well stay for a while. I've successfully managed to work at a reasonable rate, so that's not really a worry. Going to see a few friends tonight (2 from secondary school, and partner, one just married -- after a long cohabitation -- and one as yet unmarriable). I also bought a handbag in Via Torino, which makes me feel strange :-)
- Feeling:
okay
Mostly, I've been trying to attend to my health and also trying to work through some personal issues that I've been dealing with for quite a while now. Things have gotten better these last two days (thanks to my sister and a kindred friend)...well things were better until I came across the news story about an African American and Latino Summer Camp being denied the right to swim at a private club in a suburb of Philadelphia.
It doesn't surprise me when shit like this happens because while so many people patted themselves on the back for voting the first black president into office, I knew some of those same people would be ready to do away with Civil Rights. We're all equal now--see. This new president proves it.
Bullshit. Fuckin' post-racial America can kiss my ass. The same tears falling down all those faces on Inauguration Day may not shed a tear over this story and yet the young black child cries and some just won't fully understand why...can't fully understand why until you spend a lifetime in her skin...which can become a prison some days.
Swim Club Turns Away Black Campers - ABC News
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- Feeling:
numb
- Feeling:
happy
Last night was horrible when it came to sleeping. I laid in bed for hours and watched as the sky slowly lightened with Sam the cat pressed against me and kneading his paws. If I had enough energy, I would have gotten up and gotten something to help me sleep. As it stood, I think I fell asleep about 4 am.
I forced myself to write early and got 1000 words written and stopped before I really got annoyed. I'm at 105K, which is simply awesome for me nowadays. It's not that I'm writing as fast as I used to, but I am at least being steady. Within five days, I've written 5000 words, which is very tolerable. All because I tried to write at a different time of day.
Today I also finished the review of the first piece of work for a particular client. I can't discuss it much because of a bunch of proprietary stuff, but basically it's fact checking these huge bits of course work. These folks had originally offered me the writing work, but I really couldn't figure an amount that would make us both happy, so I let it slide. They hired me on to review it. After reading the first course, I figured that the course would probably be more than three novels of work total. Wow. I'm glad I'm reviewing it and not writing it. Even so, it's been a lot of fun looking up information, especially when something niggles at the back of my brain and says "I think you need to look this up to be sure..."
Tonight is cooling down and getting stormy. Tomorrow we're supposed to have showers most of the day. Right now, I'm listening to the wind in the trees and the windchimes ringing. I'm getting tired, so I better call it a night.
- Feeling:
exhausted
Here's the fog rolling in at dusk:

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On the other hand, we spent the entire evening watching the whole second season of Ghost Hunt, and it's bene great, just like old times. i will talk about this with the therapist tomorrow.
Bed now.
Gratitude List:
1. Mixed blessings.
2. Museums.
3. Saw some things at MoMa that I remembered from years ago.
4. Fun anime.
5. So-so day.
6. My cute flying pig finger puppet that I got today.
- Feeling:
rushed
Reprinted with permission from Diana Rowland’s web site
So here it is. You’re a fairly “new” writer, or at least new to the convention scene, and you desperately want to make some industry contacts in the hopes that it will make it easier to get an agent/sell your work/quit your day job and hire a cabana boy/any of the above. You decide to go to a convention, perhaps picking one of the “big” ones such as WorldCon, or World Fantasy, because you’ve heard that editors and agents are absolutely spilling out the doors.
Here are some guidelines/rules/suggestions to go by:
#1 ) Don’t go to a convention for the sole purpose of networking. It shows, and you will have the unpleasant reek of desperation clinging to you. Go to a convention because they’re fun and there are a lot of really really cool people to meet, only a small fraction of whom are actually agents and editors. Go to the panels. Listen to what is said. Form your opinions, and keep an open mind. Wander through the dealer’s room and talk to the vendors. Smile and be polite and nice.
#2) Have fun and make friends.† Making friends is the absolute best way you can possibly network, because these will be the people who will remember your name, might be willing to trade critiques, and who might later on kindly offer to introduce you to their agent/editor. Emphasis on offer to. Do not ask for the introduction. If you have progressed to a “friendly” status with someone, they will probably be well aware that you are at a stage in your career where you are looking for an agent/editor. DO NOT ask this person to give his/her agent chapters of your novel. If they want to read it, great. If they offer to show it to their agent, fantastic.
#3) Don’t bug the crap out of the pro or semi-pro who has been kind enough to take you under his/her wing for the con to introduce you to agents/editors at the con. Really now, these agents/editors probably meet several hundred shiny-eyed newbies at every con they go to, and dutifully and kindly pass along their business cards, and as soon as they’ve extracted themselves from the encounter will likely forget your name. Yes, even if you’ve pressed your business card into their hand.
#4) Again, if you’ve been fortunate enough to have a pro/semi-pro take you in hand, don’t stick with that person for the entire con. Dare to break away, especially if you find yourself waiting for them outside the bathroom. Trust me, they don’t really need to pee that much. They just need a break from you. Take the hint. Go to some panels. Go to the dealers room. Go wander around the con suite.
#5) Leave a person/group, before they get sick of you. Ideally you would leave the person/group at a point when they are sorry to see you leave. You definitely don’t want to leave at a point when they are relieved/glad/thanking the gods that you are leaving. This is not to say you can’t hook up with said person/group later on, but you need to give people breathing room.
#6) If you are invited to eat with a group of people, make SURE that you have contributed your share of the bill, INCLUDING a worthy tip. Play it safe and factor in a 20% tip at minimum. (You’ll never make a bad impression by overtipping slightly.) You definitely don’t want others to resent you because they had to pay more so that the server wasn’t stiffed.
#7) Never assume that someone is a nobody, so be nice to everyone.
#8) DO NOT PITCH YOUR WORK AT THE CON UNLESS ASKED TO DO SO. If an agent/editor does ask what your work is about, be ready with a one or two line teaser description, e.g. “My book is about a homicide detective who can summon demons, and she’s after a serial killer who can also summon demons.” If it interests them, they’ll ask for more details which you can then provide.
#9) DO NOT HAND ANYONE YOUR MANUSCRIPT UNLESS THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY BEGGING FOR IT. Everyone has heard the editor/agent nightmare of having the manuscript shoved under the stall door in the bathroom, right? Don’t come anywhere close to being that person. In fact, I really can’t think of any reason to bring your manuscript to the con at all, unless you were asked to bring it.
#10) Have fun. Make friends†. Go to the parties.
#11) Don’t get drunk. It’s okay to have a drink or three, but know your own limitations! And, there are enough non-drinkers at cons that no one is going to sneer at you for ordering the diet coke sans rum.
#12) Keep track of who you meet and who introduced you. Yes, keep notes if necessary. If you later query an agent that you met or were introduced to at a con, you can then mention, “I enjoyed meeting you last year at World Fantasy, and found the conversation about desiccated corpses quite interesting.” Or, “Jay Pond was kind enough to introduce me to you at last year’s convention.” That sort of thing.
#13) If you were fortunate enough to have a particularly nice conversation/meeting/drinking game with an industry professional, don’t be afraid to send a thank-you note as a follow-up after the con is over. Personally, I think that such missives should be handwritten on nice stationary and sent via snail mail.
#14) Have fun. Make friends†. Stay in touch with those friends after the con is over.
This should probably go at the beginning and be #0.5) Wardrobe and appearance: Mileage definitely varies on this, but my personal opinion is that if you’re trying to be taken seriously, don’t dress like a grunge ball. After you’ve sold a few books/stories and have made a name for yourself with your writing you can pretty much dress however you want, but until that time comes, dress in an industry-appropriate professional manner and style. (I don’t want to go into detail on this since opinions vary wildly, but I think a default of “Friday business casual” is probably a safe bet for most.) Use proper hygiene. Brush your teeth. If you have any doubt about your breath, utilize mints.
† How to make friends: Yes, it seems silly to have to include a section on this, but I think it’s needed. Many writers are introverts, and are a little shaky on the dynamics of social interaction. I won’t claim to be an expert at it by any stretch, and god knows I’ve made an ass out of myself before, but I think I can at least touch on the basics.
1) To be liked, you need to be likeable. Seriously. Be friendly. Smile at people.
2) Don’t monopolize conversation.
2a) Until you get to know someone a bit, limit talking about yourself except in brief introductory generalities unless asked or unless it would really add to the current conversation.
3) Ask the other person all of the questions you wish they would ask you. Don’t try to “top” what they say.
4) Smile, be polite, be nice.
- Feeling:
sore - Listening:Matt Nathanson - Come On Get Higher
I love this game. I am addicted. Hinterland.
Tomorrow I have to make up a huge writing debt, but tonight, I Hinterland.
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*fans self*
Good thing the WTF Network is on cable.
...We are on cable, aren't we?
8>O
- Feeling:
cheerful - Listening:The Man from U.N.C.L.E. theme
So . . . if you had a day to do a bit of sightseeing, and you didn't want to do SeaWorld (we've been to the one in Texas anyhow) or anything that you can do most places, what would you do? I'm thinking the beach and the boardwalk, myself.
Now, don't get the idea that *I* might get to go. I did assume that I could tag along if I paid my own way, but that's not a given. Sure, I looked up the Pacific Terrace Hotel (that's my first choice) and checked on the tourist bus tours and so forth, just for grins. Because I'm a glutton for punishment, along with everything else. But still, I'd like to have someplace he can go that is off the beaten path.
( As usual, the status quo )
I might still figure out a way to tag along, because it might not cost as much as he imagines (I would like to hear what the travel office offers him, because they'd probably be happy to cooperate.) He always has a good time when we go somewhere together . . . or at least it SEEMS that he does. HE might not even get to go, though. They'll have very short notice and it IS a biztrip after all.
Still, because he's never been to California, I thought I'd send along some advice as to what to see. Does anyone have any ideas? I'd like a place he can take lots of photos!
As the bookstore clerk just told me (I stopped by the half price bookstore to pick up a couple of San Diego travel guides for him to take along), "You can have a scrapbook of stuff you tore out of books to show where you WANTED to go!"
Figures.
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While Gordon is reading his new Goon in the bedroom. Originally the room was 2 walls dark purple and 2 walls dark blue. Don’t ask. It wanted it that way years ago. But I want to point out the closet. If you look in the pictures, you will see no closet doors in evidence. They were painted pink – don’t ask – and It now hates them with a passion. We replaced the closet doors with that riotously vivid ensemble of black and white curtains.
So rewind back to us painting the room. I am wandering through the house, slightly high on paint, mourning the black walls, and it occurs to me that Gordon is nowhere in attendance. I make my way through the garage outside, where It and Kid 2 are supposed to spray-paint the display case for the figures with black spray paint. The first thing I see are the closet doors leaning against the fence in all of their pink glory. Gordon and the kids, armed with black cans of spray paint, are painting obscenities on said doors.
And you know, I just turned my paint-fumed self right around and went back into the house.
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Every year I think, "This will be my last year as Artistic Director. Someone else can book the acts for the blooming thing!" And then I get suckered into doing it again... and again.... Just sometimes you know why you do a job that takes much of your time, some of your money and most of your energy, because sometimes it all goes right. Such was Saturday!
The forecast pelting rain held off until 9.00 p.m.on Saturday night by which time we'd had a hugely successful event. Bright weather with occasional overcast skies brought out loads of people to the festival field (more than ever, I think) and we got lots of compliments and very few grumbles. There was a constant crows around the main ring for the outdoor events. We had the Green Howards (redcoat military reenactors), three dance teams (Appalachian, Sword and Clog and Garland dancers), The Jolly Jester children's entertainer and The Mighty Zulu Nation. Plus craft stalls, games and general fundraising stuff like cake-stalls and tombolas. There was a bouncy castle for the kids and a beat the goalie for all ages. St John Ambulance reported that they had no work to do - not even a grazed knee or a cut finger - which is exactly as we like it.
The Mighty Zulu Nation danced and sang:
Music in the Marquee included the dynamic Canadian singer Cara Luft
And Tanglefoot pulled us a full house for the Saturday evening concert - their last northern gig.
And now I'd like to sleep for a week, please.
The good news is that this revision is going remarkably well. There's a lot of work to be done, but I'm feeling competent and calm about all of it--everything that needs doing is well within my capabilities. That's rather a nice sensation, and not one I'm overly familiar with. I hope it doesn't mean I'm slacking off and failing to push myself to excel, but rather that I've had a skill jump between the end of this novel and now.
Anyway, for the time being I'll take it. I'm on page 242, and I am confident that I can have the book done by the end of the week, thereby averting my editor's wrath and Saving The Ranch.
Of course, since I am obliged to be rewriting Chill exclusively currently, The Steles of the Sky is flirting with me something fierce, waving promising worldbuilding details under my nose and so on. I hope I find a place to put the thing about the museum beetles. Current quandary, figuring out whether the language of science in this world should be PersiUn or Chinotese, since there are no Latinot languages in this continuum.
La.
Oh, the quandaries that make up my life.
- Feeling:
sleepy - Listening:Tom Waits - Misery is the River of the World
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And y'all know how much I like the office supplies!
Plus, everyone who completes the program will have their names placed in a drawing for a grand prize. I can't remember what the grand prize is, but I'm sure it's groovy...
As some of you may know our eldest daughter was against Ilona’s wishes, allowed to paint her room black, or rather I was allowed to paint it black.
(I even just to piss Ilona off, had Kat play Paint it Black on Guitar Hero while I was doing it).

The boss was not amused; first we painted it an awful grey, that sucked, then it was a very nice burgundy but the Teen offspring rejected it out of hand. Finally I put my symbolic foot down (a la Homer Simpson) and It got its cave of solitude.

Ilona’s main argument seems to be that no one will buy our house once they see the “Devil’s Den”I think that as a teen, It should get to have her room as she wants it. Black curtains, black bed, the whole deal. What if a couple sees the house and thinks it’s perfect for their little goth kin. Ilona still thinks it looks terrible but I like it and the kid loves it. She used to sleep in her sister’s room, now she is in her own and Luka is sometimes allowed to hang out and protect her.

Anyway as we have agreed to disagree, I will leave it up to you, the fine readers, to give it the proverbial thumbs up or down. If I win and a majority of you guys like it I get a cool Fist of the North Star figure off of EBay, if most of you agree with Ilona that it is horrible and makes the house unsaleble I owe her an as yet uspecified boon. So thanks again and vote early, vote often.
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