Yea, I have a number of things to blog about, but I have a bit of a cold, tons of writing to do, and some great time off I need to enjoy. See you all on the other side of the holiday.
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The HR Manger stopped me in the hall this morning and asked, how I’d “gotten so skinny.” Now, anybody who’s met me or seen me at a Con can tell you I’m not exactly a skinny person. Never have been. I’m a size 16, moving back into a 14, and this is the weight I’ve
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Well, I’m off to NY tonight for a nice, relaxing weekend. Spending my time until then going through about 200 pages of line edits and getting some more handwritten stuff transcribed. Type-a type-a type-a type-a. This is why there will never be a writing reality show.
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Tell me what you hollered back. Don’t take his picture. Tell me what you said. Tell me you told him he was a “limp dick.” Tell me you got into a fight.
So, I was at the gym tonight, and this huge guy, I mean, broad, not tall (not much taller than me, anyway), with that amazingly defined triangular shape, the huge shoulders, walked up the stairs ahead of me. And I was transfixed. Not in a “Wow! That’s hot!” way (I tend not to like overly
Beautiful night. Cold, but good. Just got back from the gym. Jazz playing. Roommates cooking dinner and chatting in the big kitchen. Drinking some whiskey, transcribing some writing work I did this afternoon. Getting ready for a great weekend in NY. Doesn’t get much better.
In Which the Protagonist Drinks Whiskey & Is Happy to Be Alive Read More »
It’s been some time since I talked about being better. I guess you could say I’ve been too busy working at it to reflect on it. To be honest, I’m not really sure where I’m at with it. I’m writing like a maniac, at lunch, on the bus, on the train, at home. I’m switching
I went out ot lunch today at a local place that sits on the first floor of one of the buildings in our corporate complex. I haven’t been here since I had the flu, because after eating their baked potato soup, I promptly went home and vomited. I’ve been coming here for two years, and
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It occurs to me why, after a while, writers don’t read reviews. I’ll take my trusted critiquers over random slapdash any day.
I’m Going to Lunch Read More »