Apparently, I don’t have to change my address for Austin…
I didn’t make it into the second round of the screenwriting competition. Which dampens my faith in that script not even slightly. Dot Com rocks. It’s the best movie script ever. It’s young, it’s hip, it’s screamingly funny, and someone...I bought a house!
Squee! I just bought the cutest house in the history of the known universe! In a Waffle House. (Atlanta, y’all.) I’m going to go hyperventilate now. Over a celebration dinner. Squee!Hmmm…
Rereading through “Grandfather Paradox,” I think the timeline needs a bit of a twist. I think it’s a bit too linear for this particular tale. And I still think it’s an Analog story, although that’s really Dr. Schmidt’s call and not...Happy birthday to me!
Between attempting to buy a house (OMG don’t ask! so evil!) and wrestling with a software package of evil for work (I came, I saw, I kicked its ass!), I have been getting darned near no writing done. Shame on me! In fact, I’m so exhausted that I’ve...Alas, alack, and woe!
Should I be deeply saddened that the people most interested in my writing blog are @#@()* spammers? Listen, spammers. Give it up. Stop wasting my time. Stop wasting your time. I have comment notification turned on. I’m here to promote my writing career, not...Holy, uh…
We went to Lowe’s to pick up a few things and fondle the building materials (especially flooring, because I loathe the barf-brown carpets), and, um… I have expensive taste. No, really. Yikes. It’s a good thing I’m planning on keeping my day...My birthday is coming up…
And for my birthday, I may be buying a house. Well, “may.” I’m approved. And very anxious! Buying a house is scary stuff! It requires enough paperwork to choke a woolly mammoth! Oh, God, I know that at the actual closing I’m going to feel like...encouraging rejection
From The Life of Charlotte Bronte, by Elizabeth Gaskell: As a forlorn hope, we tried one publishing house more. Ere long, in a much shorter space than that on which experience had taught him to calculate, there came a letter, which he opened in the dreary anticipation...Site news…
I’m turning off comments on older entries because spammers have found my site. May the fleas of a thousand buffalo infest their crotches! I’ll leave comments on for newer entries, but if you feel the need to follow up my ancient post about my television...Subscribe
