Well, the first bad news is that I can’t find my modeling clay. It’s not as if it costs that much to replace, even in my current straitened state. But it’ll aggravate me to no end if I get new Plasticine at Wally World and then come home and find it right away. Compounding that is my strong suspicion that I’ve seen it since I got back from the hospital, and am forgetting its post-purge location. Or even that I moved it somewhere myself.
Somewhere, you know. Safe.
If my calculations are correct, Captain, right now you’re wondering, “Why the hell is it bad news this dude can’t find his clay?” And the answer is: “Because that means I can’t show you a cool behind-the-scenes photograph of how I actually write!” Duh.
The bad news I meant to talk about, though, is that I’m gonna have to lay aside these two extremely suave novels I’ve been reading: Layer Cake by J. J. Connolly, and Captain Alatriste by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. Each is, in its own wildly different way, entirely awesome.
The good news? I have to put them down because I’ve started getting the July submissions for our writers group.
It took me a while really to get into reading the submissions, I must admit, even though we have some truly wonderful writers in the crew. I don’t honestly know why.
Now that I have gotten into it, though, I really look forward to reading the new subs each month. The downside is some months we get slammed, either by innumerable submissions or by multiple huge ones. This month’s shaping up as the latter.
The (helpful) custom is to send in really mongo submissions at least two weeks in advance of the meeting, instead of the usual one week.
This month I’m also, definitely, going to be part of the problem. Which is, however, a Good Thing because of what it implies. Yes, the rewrite proceeds apace.
Not at a pace as brisk as I want. But coming along. And I am very, very pleased with how the novel’s shaping up. Very pleased.
In other news: I’m almost done with shrink appointments. Apparently I’m not crazy enough. Which is actually good. (Seriously, my doctor, his superior, and I feel as if I’m getting better from the severe clinical depression I was diagnosed with, you know, in the hospital.)
However, because my nut doctor’s schedule’s changing, today we had an appointment on a new day and a new time. Which I knew. But I had no feel for, as it were.
So I got to writing. And lost track of time. And bang, next thing I know it’s 12:48.
My appointment’s at one.
Away we go. Fortunately, if the traffic’s not appalling, it doesn’t take too long to get there. More fortunately, traffic wasn’t appalling.
Except … driving down I-25 I almost got wiped out by a hay truck. A HAY TRUCK!!!
What were you thinking, God?
And finally: the following exchange shows why I love Twitter -
TonyMast Dear Fantasy/Scifi writers, if your stories are in English, why do you make up new words for periods of time? (link)
VictorMilan @TonyMast Because we have done so for many myrtazecs. (link)
TonyMast @VictorMilan Remind me to punch you when you are at Archon 
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- and so many, many people hate it.
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