Category Archives: LJ

Saw Kill Bill 2 yesterday. Aside from residual feelings of queasiness from too much greasy popcorn, I quite enjoyed myself. I think this is spoiler-free, but just in case: Continue reading →

Went to britzkrieg and rigel_kent‘s wedding last night. It was beautiful. Held in their huge screened-in porch, surrounded by the trees in their sylvan backyard, it was very sacred grove. Matthew and I were honored to do a reading at the ceremony: Nikki Giovanni’s “You Came, Too.” I sat on my fear of public speaking, although to tell the truth, it didn’t particularly trouble me (once I got past the first line). Since Matthew and I were doing a duet, most of the phobia tremors didn’t manifest. Matthew’s my rock. I can do just about anything as long as he’s beside me.

Then there was food and wine. B&J had arranged for quite an elaborate spread. And since britzkrieg is also a vegetarian, there was a slew of veggie-friendly offerings. And the dancing. Matthew and I don’t get many opportunities to dance anymore. We totally enjoyed ourselves. And now my feet hurt. That’s always a sign of fun had.

I think Hobkin’s sulking, though. He’s been pouting under his hutch. More worrisome, he didn’t eat his breakfast. Going to see about coaxing him to eat, and if he doesn’t, then it’s meds and a Pepto Bismol sandwich for him.

Heard through the Skunk Chat grapevine that one of Hobkin’s Godmother’s skunks died last week. Very sad. She’s not up for calls or visitors, which I completely understand. Going to see about sending a sympathy card on Monday. I wish our beloved fuzzy companions would live as long as us.

Writing Stuff:

Got a rejection from Leading Edge. The note starts out (after the “thanks for letting us see your story . . . blah blah blah”) “Your story was accepted by the staff readers”–which got my adrenalin all pumping, thinking I had an acceptance letter in my hands. But then it went on to say “and passed on to the editors for further consideration. Although we have decided not to use it . . .” Sigh. They did ask for more and called it “quality work.” Grumble. Out it goes again.

Also received a postcard from Cricket saying they’d received my current submission–the same submission the editor had asked for resource material for via email. Hee.

The fire alarm went off this morning at my place of business. It wasn’t a drill. Sirens blared and two fire engines came swooping in (they were white and yellow too, not red–what’s up with that?). I hadn’t had my coffee yet so I’m not quite sure how I ended up in the parking lot with the other cluster of mostly-annoyed, somewhat puzzled employees. I do remember debating whether I should take my purse or my coffee with me when the claxon sounded. I ended up with my purse, but I wish I’d had enough neurons firing to have thought to take both. By the time it was determined that the alarm was set off by a malfunctioning fire sensor and the fire engines ambled away, my coffee was cold.

Sigh.

Slept something like ten hours last night and awoke in a daze, unsure if I was still asleep or actually awake as I’d spent much of my AM R.E.M. sleep dreaming about waking up. I hate that.

Trimmed Hobkin’s nails last night. I waited until he was curled up in my lap, looking for all the world like a lumpy, four-legged pillow before gently grasped one of his limp paws. Without even cracking an eye open, he snatched it away and immediately rolled over so all four paws were curled beneath him. How did he know?? I’ve been fiddling with his paws when he’s asleep to get him used to them being handled, and he’s been letting me. But he knew, even in his comatose state, he knew! There’s a lot going on in that wee brain of his. I still managed to get sixteen out of twenty toes trimmed. My brain is bigger than his. Hah!

Very ready for the weekend. Looking forward to britzkrieg and rigel_kent‘s wedding tomorrow and rehearsal dinner tonight. Melting Pot fondue. Yum.

Writing stuff:

Did a lot of research on the Chinese goddess Nu Wa and her brother Fu Xi. I thought I needed an angle to adapt the myth for a younger audience and kept coming up with nothing but circles. Then I had some sugar and realized that children like circles. So I set to work. 1800 words later, I’ve completed the zero draft. Going to make Matthew first reader it (although he’s not a big fan of fairy/folk tales or mythology), and then debate whether I want to bother sending it through Critters. When I’ve polished it to a nice, steady shine, it’ll go into the queue of “stories to submit to Cricket.”

Also got a rejection from Talebones. The editor wrote “Good, but not for us” at the bottom of the form letter, and also apologized for the extra long response time. Another “good but no” for this particular story, which is still one of my favorites. Dammit. I will find a home for this baby . . .

Got a call from my Pulmonary doctor. My CAT scan looked clear except for a bit of gland swelling that could be attributable to anything. And my PFT was fine too. The doctor has ordered a diaphragm capacity test, but he’s speculating, since we’re running out of physical causes, that my breathing issues might be due to stress. Hmmm. I guess that’s a good thing. Kind of. Except I don’t feel all that stressed and I’m not sure what to do about it if it is stress.

Writing stuff:

My Tangent reviews of the Sci-Fiction stories “Flight Risk” and “Elvis in the Attic” are up.

Did another couple hundred words on the SF piece. Limping along with this one. Where’s the momentum, I sez? Think I might switch back to doing a folk/fairy tale. Need the speedy gratification. Researching Chinese creation myths and trying to figure out a good way to tell it to a young audience.

Received an email from the editor of Cricket/Cicada which is a first. We’ve only corresponded before via snail mail. She requested I send her my source material for the story I submitted to Cricket on Friday. Spent an hour or so sorting my notes, citing my references in a reasonable semblance of APA/MLA style, and stuck everything in the mail.

But couple of things to make me go “woo!” from this. 1. It’s proof that she’s plucking my stories out of their slush pile. I mailed it on Friday and she’d already read it by Tuesday! 2. She’s interested enough in the story to want my references. 3. It’s an oblique indication of our maturing business relationship that she trusts me with her email address!

It’s amazing how happy a simple business email can make me.

Also devoured a jumbo-sized pixie stick after dinner which stoked my muse. I had a minor epiphany (along with a sugar rush) and realized where I was taking the SF story I started. Happily hammered out a couple hundred words, and then it was like a valve had shut off in my mind. I was cut off; no more words for me. But I figured out where the story’s going. That’s worth an unruly muse or two, isn’t it?

The story’s a new experiment in style for me. I’m writing it in first person present tense. I’m very comfortable with first person. Actually, I find it easier to write first than third. But this whole present tense thing is new. When I realized what I’d done, I tried to go back and put what I had down into past, but I couldn’t. This story has to be told in present. We’ll see what happens.

Also had a submission pass the initial round of reading at NFG. The story goes to the editorial hoard for torture and interrogation next. I usually make it past the first round, but I’ve yet to have a story survive the group grilling. Faint-hearted manuscripts. Must write them sturdier, it seems.

And finally, wrote and sent off a review for Tangent of “Elvis in the Attic” by Catherine M. Morrison in Sci-Fiction.

Watched Adaptation yesterday, which was very odd. Made by the same folks who did Being John Malkovich, it’s narcissistic and self-deprecating at the same time. It started slow and disjointed and then turns into a darkly comedic thriller. Weird. But I liked it.

Also made vegan seitan stew. Making seitan was a novel experience. The raw dough, when rising, looked like brains with all the ridges and bumps in a half-sphere. And since the seitan/Satan pronunciation slurring is inevitable, Matthew and I joked that we were having “Satan Brain Stew.” Well, we thought it was funny.

The recipe we used for seitan made a lot more than we needed for the stew, so Matthew’s going to put some in a stir-fry this week, and we froze the rest of it. It’s full of protein goodness, and I considered seeing if Hobkin would like some, but it’s also pretty high in sodium. Thinking about making a little bit of seitan without the flavoring next time (which would then make it gluten) and offering that to the little fuzzhead.

Writing stuff:

1600 words on a science fiction piece. Rah!

Also received the copies of Ascendancy of Blood from Scrybe Press to sign.

Yesterday was both Prokofiev’s and Shakespeare’s birthday. Prokofiev is one of my favorite composers, and Shakespeare is one of my favorite writers. NPR played Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet in observation. Very fitting.

Doctors visits went. As it turns out, I needn’t have fasted. They’re running the labs they routinely do for physicals next week when I have my regular tests done so they only need to prick me once this week. And the lab tech for my Pulmonary Functions Test was nice. He was like a track coach, extolling me to inhale, pant, exhale, and breath normally into a sci-fi apparatus on cue. Heh.

I made ginger muffins for brunch. We were out of vanilla so I substituted orange extract. Turned out very nicely. For dinner, Matthew and I went to a nearby Indian buffet. It was excellent. Paneer, saag, curry, and saffron rice. Yummy. But in conversation that popped up, we realized we weren’t sure which anniversary we were celebrating. Matthew thought it was the thirteenth, while I believed it was the twelfth. So, this morning, I went rummaging around to find our marriage announcements. And, of course, I was right. Tomorrow will be our twelfth anniversary.

I also found a sketch my ex-boyfriend, Donn, did of me when we were dating: “Goddess Eugie.” It’s more of a doodle, really, as it’s on lined three-hole notebook paper, but I’ve always liked it. Well, I mean how can I not like it? It depicts me as being a sky goddess. I brought it downstairs to scan so I’ll always have a digital copy of it, as I don’t think the original, being on notebook paper, is going to last forever.

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Got two doctors appointments today. One for just the regular ole annual physical, and one to do an oxygen analysis thingy. Two directives: don’t eat after midnight and discontinue all breathing-assistance meds for three days before appointment. So now I’m starving and I feel like my throat is closing shut. Lovely.

It’s the weekend of Matthew and my anniversary. Went out to eat yesterday at Harmony, a Buddhist restaurant that sculpts fake meat out of textured vegetable protein and gluten. Yummy.

Writing stuff:

Received a “not right for the magazine” form reject from Artemis. I thought it was a long shot, but you can’t win if you don’t play.

And a “no grabby” from JJF of F&SF. Didn’t even get a “there’s nice writing here but . . . ” to salve my ego. Dammit.

So, in a fit of despondency, I decided not to wait the extra three weeks and am sending one of the folk tales I’ve been sitting on to Cricket. Hope I’m not shooting myself in the foot giving them so many things of mine to consider at the same time.

And finally: New words? What’re those? @#!$*^&

Been trying to regulate my sleep cycle of late. I’m tired of feeling like I’m napping away my life in the evenings, so I’ve been forcing myself to stay up until a respectable bedtime. So far, the result has been me groggy and sluggish in the morning. Not an improvement.

Did another bout of yoga yesterday. Much better. Interesting that I’m getting tone and flexibility back so quickly. Not that I’m anywhere near in shape after only two sessions or anything miraculous like that. But it took me a lot more work to break into a sweat. I was much closer to what I would consider marginally acceptable on the flexibility scale, and I could hold asanas for longer, actually started experiencing the openness that settling properly into an asana gives one, rather than the “ugh, ow, owitch” strain from Saturday. Now to keep it up . . .

Writing stuff:

Apparently, Gardner Dozois is stepping down from editor at Asimov’s. Gleep. Truly the close of an era.

Wrote a review of the new Sci-Fiction story, “Flight Risk” by Marc Laidlaw, and sent it to my editor at Tangent. I find it extremely relaxing, writing non-fic. I’ve mentioned it before, but I find it so much easier to write something opinion-oriented or factual than a work of fiction. I never had writers block when I was working on that psych. textbook in graduate school. ‘Course I don’t get that thrill of achievement and creation either. Tradeoffs.