Random scribblings and thoughts about writing, publishing and the entire letters to dollars process. Includes copious notes about politics and everyday life.
I stole this from a blogger I read on a regular basis. He's also a writer, and a good one at that. You can check out his blog here: Nobody Asked Me...
All of us have experienced these laws at one time or another. What we all really hope for is that we don't experience most of them in a single day.
The Laws of Ultimate Reality
Yesterday I made an entire rack of baby back ribs in my slow cooker - they are excellent! Today I made a large pot of soup using the liquor from the crock pot as a base for the stock. My thanks to LB Johnson for the soup recipe.
I'm drinking a banana daiquiri, sans crushed ice. I abhor the slush drinks labeled as daiquiris, hurricanes, or mai tais. As I was making my daiquiri, I realized two things:
I need a stick blender, AKA an immersion blender
My drinking is lacking variety, something that I'm going to correct
I also did some writing today, and nailed down two chapters on my next detective novel, tentatively entitled Murder Two. Having narrowly escaped certain death twice in Murder One, Our Hero has opened his own detective agency, purchased licenses of various sorts along with insurance and two offices of used office furniture.
Tomorrow I plan to renew my Ohio driver's license, exchange a book at Barnes and Nobles, and write some more. I may also clean and do some minor repairs to the pad.
Having been subjected to FaceBook's new look and feel, I can say without bias that I hate it. Absolutely hate it. FB has also published a new set of rules, guidelines, and suggestions about your FB page content, and none of these allow for freedom of speech.
Many socially and politically unawakened, non-progressive people are headed to WIMKIN, so if you decide to give WIMKIN a try, send me a friend request along with a message explaining who you are.
And now - Happy Hour!
I've submitted two short stories to Cirsova. Now I have to force myself to forget about the submission until I get the latest news.
Why am I obsessive? Why am I neurotic? I proof read both stories before formatting and sending them; I found two typographical errors and one sentence that was clumsy. I fixed the errors, yes, but what if there were others? What if I get rejected due to a poorly formed sentence?
What if I get published?
Gah! I'm going to work on my detective novel, or finish up a short science fiction story I wrote six months ago.
Tonight my cousin Amy and I went to see the Blue Cats play at Natalie's Grandview Outdoor Pavilion
(945 King Ave, Columbus, OH). The show was great - as usual. The thing about Natalie's Grandview is that it's outside, and the temperature dropped as soon as the Cats came on. It was headed for the middle 60s, and that's a bit brisk when you're dressed for 80° weather.
I don't know where I got the idea for this story, but it's been knocking around in my head for three or four days now, driving me nuts and pissing off the other stories. So here it is, and I don't know if it's finished or just begun.
Comments are welcome.
Last Christmas a kind and generous person gave me a gift certificate to Barnes & Noble. I put it in a safe place, then forgot I had it - until today.
When I worked out in Pierre, South Dakota, we had one man in the office from Tennessee, Grover Hickman. This man had a southern accent you could bounce a hatchet off of, and he was always up for one thing or another. Well, just put a dozen men in cube hell and see what you get. Someone's always pulling something on somebody, just to get everything spun up a little. We got Grover spun up one day by having Fred telling him there were no mountains in Tennessee.
I wrote about living alone earlier, but the decision to remain unmarried began fairly early in my life. Naturally, it started with someone I admire.
