Jenn and I were lying in bed the other night, reading. The window was open, the room was cool; it was a lovely spring night. I’d gotten some writing done; she’d been working diligently all week on a bunch of psych studies for her doctoral thesis. I turned to her and said, “It’s nice to […]
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The Indianapolis Airport has one of those GE “puffer” machines. It’s not neccessarily used in secondary security screenings as happened to this woman – I’ve been through it the last two times I headed back to Chicago. It was the shortest line, so I stepped into it. Here’s what it is: GE Ion Track’s revolutionary
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I had a first-generation Ukrainian cut my hair yesterday (I work with a ton of first-generation Ukrainians at work – Yellow is 2nd generation Ukrainian – so I’m pretty good at pegging the accent. Sadly, I don’t know any Ukrainian words however), and I think there may have been a bit of a language barrier
34. Rhys wiped the grit from the windows inside the bus with the already dirty end of his burnous. The clasp mechanism at the top of his window was broken; hot air and red dust blew in from the road and covered Rhys is a fine mist. He pulled his burnous over his nose and
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Logged a couple of rejections this week, both for stories that are very good but hard to find a home for. I may need to start throwing one of them toward horror markets. May be a better fit there. On the other side, I received my check and my contract from Strange Horizons (Oh, how
Written a chapter of God’s War today, so far. Looks like I might finish this book someday. Oh yay.
According to Salary.com, I’m getting paid about $10,000 a year less than the national average for the job position I hold. Oh, gee, yay. Why does this not surprise me?
Jenn and I lolled around in bed yesterday talking until nearly 2:30 in the afternoon – she’s been busy running psych studies and analyzing data until 10pm, and I spend two days a week in Indianapolis, so we needed the catch-up time. Today, I reorganized my room so it’s more work-condusive – put a bunch
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When I got accepted to Clarion, I wrote letters to every single friend and relative I had and begged for money. Yes. I did. I begged for money. I do not regret it. I got to Clarion, and had plenty of pocket money besides. Clarion is the SF/F workshop. You get about 2 years of
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