Every year, I go to Wiscon. If I were to go to one other SF/F convention a year….
… which con should it be?
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Typo of the day vile – for – phial I seemed to be absolutely convinced of this spelling. I wrote it as “vile” four times. Lazy phrase of the day (used at least four times in forty pages) “His eyes looked too big.” Seriously?
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… is that during the last 1/4 to 1/5 of the book, I’m focusing mainly on tying up plot threads and loose ends. This takes all the fun out of writing, for me, which is why squeezing out the last 10K of this book holds about as much “fun” for me as the idea of
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Somebody needs to make a caffeine-free version of Coke Zero. Then my life would be complete.
I go in to see my endo on Tuesday. It also so happens that the last couple of days, I’ve noticed that the dreaded pump weight seems to have caught up with me. I’d actually thought I’d avoided this, as it appears to me that I’m using *less* insulin than I did before I switched
The robin in the opening credits of Twin Peaks? It’s apparently supposed to symbolize love. Also, watching Blue Velvet will help you win a lot more rounds of the Kevin Bacon game. Blue Velvet is a David Lynch murder mystery that came out in 1986. It’s set in a small 50s town, where Agent Cooper
“Stay away from people who belittle you ambitions. Small people always do that. It is the great that know that you too, can become great.”– Mark Twain
Dude, that was a silly ending. In no small part because that’s what should have happened back at the beginning of the season with the owls, and the end of the season should have been bringing him back. Srsly. EDIT: And you know, there’s only so many damsels in distress you can take before it
As somebody who’s incredibly bad at plot, I must say I’m ridiculously proud of myself for the triple-cross that plays out at the end of this book. It fills me with glee.
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I wanted to start a training program that required me to be able to jog for 20 minutes in order to start with it, so tonight I figured I’d see about where my jogging ability was. The days of the 3 mile night run in Chicago were never picked up after I got sick, so