I can’t talk about the critiques for 24 hours, so that’ll be sometime
Thursday Sunday probably, but there are a few things that need to be said:
1. You are terrific critiquers. Seriously. This is good, good stuff and it’s blowing away a lot of the fog for me. One thing I noticed: nobody’s telling me how to fix things. Do you have any idea how rare that is in critiquing? I mean, you people are pros. So thank you very very much. Continue reading
There was a wasp in my bedroom a couple of weeks ago, and I thought about getting a shoe and killing it, and then I thought, “No, be one with Nature.” Then it stung me on the bottom of my foot, incredible pain (I beat the damn thing to death with my slipper), and then I limped for two days. Fuck Nature, this is MY BEDROOM. Then last week I looked up and there was a spider the size of Milton (almost) on my bedroom wall. So I cut the top off an empty water bottle, trapped it inside–sweet Christ that thing was huge–and then took it out on the porch and threw the whole thing over the rail (the spider lived, I’m not a monster). I know spiders are Our Friends, but not in my freaking bedroom. Also, they bite. Then last night, a giant bee started harassing my reading lamp, so I water-bottled it and flung it outside to buzz again, too. And that’s before we get to the no-see-ums and other general insect population munching on my flesh. (Benadryl Itch Stopping Cream: it’s like 42, the answer to everything.)
This has been your Nature in New Jersey post for the month. Continue reading
Every time I go to post here, I’m dragged under again by the horrors. I’d post something cheerful about the WiP, but I don’t want to write. I want to scream and blame somebody, but it’s not one person, one group, it’s a whole collective mindset that’s fogged the whole damn country– all black men are dangerous, we need our guns for protection, if you’re afraid it’s okay to shoot– insane ideas that defy logic and humanity. I need to believe that things will be different, but I’m afraid they won’t. I’m aching for those lost, and I’m terrified for the future, and I should not be posting now.
But some thoughtful things have come out of this. Continue reading
I never really thought about the binge watches I’ve done here. I didn’t even think of them as binge watches, but there are four, counting PoI: Leverage, Arrow, Sense8 and Person of Interest. problem is that the back posts of the blog are a mess because of the hack, so I really need to go back through and clean-up anything that might be of value, which I’m not sure all the binge watch posts were. Continue reading
Yes, I’m still writing. Yes, someday I’ll post more. I’m getting company tomorrow and this place is a hellhole, so today is Clean All the Things All Day. BUT . . . Continue reading
So I’ve been thinking about pieces and wholes.
First, thank you all very much for the kinds words about Wolfie. As Krissie said, he’ll live forever in Dogs and Goddesses and Faking It, so that’s something.
So I’ve been thinking about the Argh Ink Book Club, and I think we should give it a shot, see how it goes. I like the idea of putting up three posts on the same day, discussing characters, plot, and the story as a unified whole, keeping all the discussions going at once, but sorted out a little so things don’t get quite so confusing. Continue reading
So I’ve been working (which you probably noticed since the PoI posts were late) and trying really hard to remember this:
because this book is not inside my comfort zone at all. Continue reading
So that iZombie double episode finale. HOW GREAT WAS THAT????
Honestly, it’s as if Person of Interest got stoned and said, “You know what? Screw computers, let’s do zombies. Only we’ll be FUNNY. ABSURDLY FUNNY. And kinda hot with all the hook-ups. And sweet because of the great community. And then tragically sad because good people die. But still SO MUCH FUN. Yeah. Zombies.” Continue reading
One of my worst habits is taking notes on graph paper (I like graph paper) and then losing the paper. Or making so many changes that the whole thing becomes meaningless. And as the words mount up, so does the paper. Then back in the computer I’m making sticky notes to myself, and long pages of notes that are just words that I never look at again.
This is not efficient. Curio is efficient. Continue reading