June 01 - 03
June 04 - 10
June 11 - 17
June 18 - 24
June 25 - 30
| June 1 Can of Worms Had a can of worms opened on me today. Someone emailed me, asking me for Chris' email address because he had heard that there was going to be a StarQuest 2001 run by someone other than Chris or I and that 'they' had or were about to negoiate with Chris over the rights to the StarQuest name. OK. That surprised me. I may not have been involved with SQ98 - mostly because of Chris' wife - but I did Co-found StarQuest with Chris. In fact, I'm the one who decided on the name... So, whether or not I was involved in the last one, I hope that whoever 'they' are have remembered this and will toss me an email too - for courtesy's sake if nothing else. Obviously, I can't ask Chris directly because he's not allowed to speak to me. So, I've talked to my brother to talk to him. Scott isn't promising anything but he will try. I hope this is just a rumor.
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| June 2 Good Things It was payday today! *yeah* I like payday! And, with just over $$$$ sitting in my savings account, I think I can safely say that I'm no longer living paycheck to paycheck. That's been a major goal of mine for a while. Now, I feel like I'm somewhat ready if disaster strikes. Though, I think I'd prefer to see that number doubled before I really relax. It's interesting. Now that I have everything under control financially, it's still hard for me to give myself permission to spend the 'excess' money in my checkbook on those things that I want or need - like a new set of bookshelves and racks to hold my video tapes, DVDs and CDs. I'm still feeling cautious. I keep forgetting that it is OK to spend the money on what I want/need - as long as I have it in my checkbook (no more credit nightmares for me), because I'm stuffing a full 1/3 of my paycheck in my savings account. GMed my last NVU game (for a few months) last night. One of our players asked if he could run a straight werewolf game during the summer months while he's not in college. All of the GMs of the NVU game jumped at the chance. 2 of us (me included) were beginning to suffer from burn out. So, for a few months, I don't have to worry about anything except learning how to play werewolf. So far, my new character is a homid GlassWalker ragabash, who is a child prodigy (she's 16 at the start of the game), a computer hacker and has the flaw: Persistant Parents. If that isn't a screwy little situation, I don't know what is. I have high hopes for a relaxing stop-at-the-back-of-the-eyeballs game. [Unlike the LARP I'm in tomorrow night... *snicker*]
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| June 3 Nada. |
| June 4 The Game I spent a good chunk of the day writing up my report for the Game (Aragon) yesterday. It was a long report that I titled: Game One, 03 June 2000 Prince Carmine's Court: What Fools these Mortals & Kindred Be! As most games go to begin with, it had a much better beginning than most with a scripted live combat that was very dramatic and set the tone well. The game was a good one for Kayley. I think I managed to not screw up most of the evening and I managed to make myself look very good in a couple of peoples' eyes. Though, I think the (in character) fall out from that game, on the Kindred population as a whole, is going to be nasty. I did get to see some friends I haven't seen in a while like Kat, Dale, Trish and Brian. That was great! And it's nice to see more women in the game... though, do they all have to be so dammed pretty and slender? *ugh* I felt like the ugly duckling all night! *sigh*
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| June 5 Paradoxically Remarkable Today was one of those unremarkable days - which paradoxically, makes it remarkable. Work was good. Nothing too bad or good happened. Everything was normal. It seems weird to say that. It looks like I won't be running Alex's Star Wars game for the short term. Both of us came to our senses. I didn't need the pressure of running his game - even for a short while - even thought I was enormously flattered. And he didn't need to turn into Daffy Duck with a pearl yelling, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" *snicker* So, I'm not sure what is going to happen. I may have every other Fridays open again. At least, until Alex is out of the military.
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| June 6 Nada. |
| June 7 Nada. |
| June 8 Well Behaved? I saw this bumper sticker on a car today. "Well behaved women rarely make history." It made me smile. I thought about it a bit and had to agree. Most women make history by bucking the system, proving themselves right or worthy and by taking a stand. Will I make history? Don't know. Maybe I'm too well behaved for it... then again, maybe not. Things have been a bit slow lately - thus, no updates. Sorry about that. I guess I've been busy just working, playing and stuff. Dave had his interview at my Company today. It's about darned time. Everyone liked him. But, I know there are going to be three more candidates but I have my hopes up for him. I know he could do a good job. We went out to dinner and chatted about all sorts of things - gaming included. Fortunately, Kayley is doing very well in Booker's eyes. Unfortunately, no good deed goes unpunished. Booker has assigned a couple of things for Kayley to do that I'm not sure how she's going to get them done. Ah, well. No rest for the wicked. Oh, and speaking of wicked, Dave is going to send me Kayley's next nightmare. *shudder* He got his evil GM look on there for a second. Ah, who am I fooling? I love it and he knows it.
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| June 9 Selling My Soul I have come to a conclusion recently that has filled me with a sort of resigned acceptance. I have sold my soul for some pretty golden comfortable chains. After seven years (almost to the day) of being a QA Engineer, I have discovered that I'm bored with it. At least, with black box testing since I refuse to be a white box tester. I am bored with all of the test plans, test specs, test cases and methodically testing of software products. I am tried of the hurry up and wait, the crunch times, being the 'unsung hero' of some Engineers and being the bane of Marketing. But, at the same time, I am not reckless enough to quit my job and start looking for a new one in a new field, especially since that would mean starting at the bottom again and probably cutting my paycheck in half. You see, even though I'm bored, I'm very comfortable with my paycheck and the knowledge that I will never want for a job even again - as long as I'm a QA Engineer. Yes, I have sold my soul. I know it. I admit it. And now, I'm accepting it. At least, for the moment. As I was lamenting about this to Dave and worrying about Johanna because she's going to through the same thing - only worse, he decided to try to save a small piece of my soul by offering to contact some of his editor friends to see what they have open for freelance writers. As I told him, I'll write anything. Just tell me what it is that you want. We'll have to see what comes up from that. Dave and I got to talking about writing groups today. (Can you tell that we both are starving in our left brain processes?) I've been in two so far but both have died before much could be done. He's brought up an idea for a writing group that I think is pretty keen. I don't know what his follow through is on writing/finishing/critiquing stories is, but I'm willing to give it a go one more time. Who knows, we (Dave, me and whomever else joins) might come up with the next Thieves' World.
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| June 10 Pen Names It seems along with my boredom of my job, I've hit another turning point in my life. I've been writing under the pen name "Eden Blackthorn" for four years now. I have eight poems and two short stories published under that name. But, now... I'm seriously thinking about dropping it. Let's go back a little. Originally, when I decided to use a pen name, it was because of several things in my life. First, business wise, I wanted an attractive name that would intrigue readers. "Eden Blackthorn" although obviously contrived, does exactly that. Second, I wanted to keep my privacy. After having a long talk with Larry Dixon about the hell he and Misty have gone through, I decided that I didn't want that to happen to me. Third, I wanted to protect my family. A lot of my writing is of the *ahem* variety. All of my family are very religious and I did not want them embarrassed by what I write. Finally, I wanted to keep my security both physically and emotionally. I wanted people to look at the writing, not me. I wanted to make sure that if I write erotica, I'm not going to have some nut case tracking me down because they think my characters are me. Now... perhaps I've grown more secure with myself and expanded my ego. Now, I'm thinking that I want to use my real name - though, I am hesistant to list it here. Maybe I'm overly cautious. I don't know. I'm in a total quadry about what I should do now. I see many benefits of keeping a pen name. Yet, at the same time, I would love to see MY name in print. Maybe I'll leave the pen name for the poetry, romances and erotica and use my real name for everything else. What do you all think? (Pokes the WebRats for an answer. *smile*) What would (or have) you done and why?
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| June 11 Box O'Stuff Saturday, I ran my last Star Wars game for the Antioch group. Turns out, most of the players couldn't make it and I ended up running the end game for just the Jedi and his Padawan. Over all, it made the game go much smoother and more in the role play arena, instead of the hack and slash roll play arena. Granted, I had been setting up for a six game arc and final end to the Star Wars game but since the group they decided that they wanted to go back to AD&D, who am I to insist on running out my campaign. However, I left a LOT of open ended pothooks for 'just in case' purposes. I must admit, it will be nice to go back to just playing. GMing is hard work. You don't believe so, just try it yourself. I got my prize from KT's movie quote contest. The whole time I was playing, I didn't realize prizes were involved. I won third place. She asked me what I wanted and I told her, "Just a box of stuff." And that's exactly what I got. I love boxes o'stuff. I got the Star Wars, Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi novels, a couple of toys from Toy Story and a pin. It was neat! I love boxes o'stuff. I am so proud of myself. I managed to put a serious dent in cleaning my bedroom. I managed to get rid of/put away most of the boxes on my floor to the side of the bed. The only two boxes left are filled with video taps and can stay there until I manage to get myself some shelves. In my den, I even got rid of all the empty boxes. Small victories... Man, I am such a bad housekeeper. I need a maid! Michael was such a sweetie. He plugged my journal in his. *grin* I've gotten tons of hits from that. Thanks, hon!
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| June 12 Surreal Email Why is a 51 year old blind man emailing me for spanking information on a Monday morning? Yep. That's how my morning began after and fierce mental discussion on whether or not I should go to work today. Responsibility won out, obviously, because I got up to shower and check my email when I was greeted by that rather surreal email this morning. Yes, I -know- there have been major breakthroughs in technology for the handicapped. I can only assume that he found my email by finding my *ahem* website by surfing the web. Still, it is one thing to know something and another to be made party to it. And frankly, at 7am on a Monday morning, the last thing I want to be thinking about is a 51 year old man being spanked - blind or not. [2002.09.13 - Edited due to personal reasons.]
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| June 13 Confessions of a ...? Confession time. Thanks to Johanna, Dave and Alex, I've gone back to watching wrestling - WWF and occasionally, the WCW. I'm ashamed to admit it but I enjoy the glitz, bad showmanship, massive posturing and... of course... big sweaty men wrestling. (Or whatever it is they are doing.) Though, I admit... wrestling sure has changed. Way back when, when I used to watch it (and believe it was real - even though I told everyone I didn't), there was a lot less glitz, a lot less props and a whole lot less ring whores (you know, those women wearing almost nothing, prancing and buzzing around a wrestler like a trophy fly) - man, I haven't seen that much silicon since I was in a computer store! Still, I like to watch it. Half the time, I have the sound off as I work on the computer or read a book. I don't really care too much for the wrestling itself - just the soap opera going on around the ring. Who is screwing who. Who betrayed who. Who is the bad guy this week. Who has redeemed themselves and how. Which ring whore is buzzing over to which wrestler. And, of course, I have my favorites... The Rock and Nash. I invariably root for the 'good guys' over the 'bad guys.' You know... I wonder what the wrestlers do when they get out of the camera's eye. Do they sit down and plot out the next turn of events? Do they rehearse various fights? I wonder what the reaction is to the plot writers. I know there are no scripts per say but just like a LARP, each wrestler has certain guidelines to follow. I can see it now... Plotwriter: OK, Undermaker, you're going to challenge String. That rivalry is heating up. Let's see... we'll figure out who will win once we figure out how the audience takes the challenge. Undermaker: OK. That's cool, man. String: No skin off my nose. It's been a while since we went head to head. (The two men grin at each other.) Plotwriter: That's not all... wait for it... Undermaker... you are going to challenge String to the Ring of Fire! Undermaker: Um, OK. What's that? Plotwriter: *getting excited* Oh, it's where you set the ring ropes on fire and wrestle until one of you catches on fire. That guy loses! String: What?! Wait a second! Undermaker: On fire? Are you crazy?! Plotwriter: *looking nonplussed* *sigh* Standard danger pay applies here and add a bonus to the one set on fire. Undermaker: You're still crazy but... my kids needs to go to college. String: *sigh* Alright. I'll bone up on my fire stunts. Plotwriter: The fans will love it! We'll make it a pay per view special. String: OK. That ups my royalties. I suppose this isn't so bad. Undermaker: (to String) One of these days, I'd like to get HIM (Plotwriter) in the ring. String: (to Undermaker) I know but, we get in serious trouble for screwing with the Plotwriters. We're only allowed to beat up on each other. Undermaker: (to String) A guy can dream. String: (to Undermaker) Yep. Let's go figure out which signature moves we're going to use. I've been in the mood to listen to pop lately. Not just pop... bubblegum pop. You know, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, N'SYNC, etc... Formulaic music that has a catchy tune and no substance. Stuff that won't be listed as classics anytime soon. I don't know why. Maybe because it's fun and brainless. Maybe because it's so easy to sing to. Maybe because I've become brain dead. I don't know why. Candy for the ears. All feel good and no message behind it. All I can say now is that I hope this passes soon so I can get back to my regular bardic stuff. Reading over the wrestling section and the bubblegum pop section made me realize something... I'm emulating your average Jane who lives in say... Idaho or Kentucky. *AAAGGGHHHH* What's happened to me? Pod people took my brain and/or my taste and forgot to tell me! *AAAGGGHHHH* Somebody help me!
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| June 14 Back in the Saddle On the writing front, I've finally received my book, "Poetic Voices of America" from Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum. This is the contest I won fifth place for my poem: "Role Play?". Also, I received "Shades of Expression" from Gerl Publishing. This is the poetry book with both "Mirage" and "Dancing Assassin (Kabuki)" in it. Shades is available on Amazon.com and isn't a bad little book on poetry if I do say so my self. I've also gotten off my butt and finally created my "Published Works" page to keep track of my ego... er... I mean, the stuff that I actually have published out there. Three short stories and eight poems. Not bad. Not great, but not bad. I'm back into the submission phase again. I'm going to be sending a couple of stories to Black Gate and, possibly, some RPG reviews. I have to email the guy in charge of the Gaming Section of Black Gate for information on which RPGs and suggest a couple of my own. I have some cool ideas. We'll see if they fly. Over all, I'm getting back in the saddle, albeit, a little slowly. OK. Who turned on the heat? I'm an engineer, and thus, live under a rock - a nice, cool, air conditioned rock. So, when I walked outside at 6pm yesterday to go home, I was stunned by the heat. It promptly took advantage of my state to beat me about the head and shoulders until I could flee to my air conditioned car. However, I have no AC at home. So, "it was a hot one... like seven inches from the noon day sun..." Donna warned me that today was going to be worse than yesterday. I certainly believed her. Especially when I was already pondering the AC in the car at 7:30 in the morning. Even my nice air conditioned work place was a bit on the warm side. It's no wonder that everyone found some testing they needed to do in the super cold computer lab - that was also sitting at 76 degree. *ugh* I heard Concord was 110 and Fremont was 'only' 96. OK. We can turn the heat down. Really. It's OK.
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| June 15 Technology We are getting a new phone system in at work. It's a monstrosity of a digital phone system. I was in training for it today. I have to admit, it's a pretty neat system. It's got all of these neat functions. My favorite is the inside/outside conference call - I can call Dave at home and if we have a question that only Johanna can answer, I can either put Dave on hold, call her and talk to her or conference her in with me and Dave or I can hook Dave and Johanna up and leave the call altogether. I can conference in up to 8 people at once. Neat! Another neat function is a time delayed message. I can set up a message to be delivered to someone else in the company but delay it until a certain day/time - up to 30 days in advance. Talk about a way to remind people of things. Of course, all these neat functions also mean that there are a lot more things that can go wrong with the phone system as well - including a network outage. Oh, yeah. I was wrong about the temperature in Fremont. It wasn't 96. It was 106. Rich came home to his hot apartment to discover one of his rats had died of a heat stroke. I feel bad for he and Cil. They really like their rats. Immediately, they went out and bought a portable AC unit so their other two rats wouldn't die - and they would be a lot less grumpy. Of course, this cleaned out their checkbook in a major way. I'm going to give them a hand if they will let me. Today is better but that's like saying the edge of hell is better than the middle of it. It is all relative. My best example of that was during boot camp. We went to Vandy AFB to fly the T-38's (F-15 training jets). The tarmac was 120 degrees. I was dying in my fatigues. (You know, I still have that picture of me around here - the one of me in my fatigues next to the plane. I should have Johanna scan it for me.) In any case, after being in the 140 degree cockpit of that T-38 for 40 minutes., the 120 degree tarmac felt divinely cool.
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| June 17 Vicarious Sex Had the 7th Sea game Friday night. It was an incredibly fun, frivolous night of hijinks, puns, jokes and sex. (I can see my hit count jumping because of that that word.) All of our characters got laid last night. Even in the Eisen Amazon woman. I think the best part about that was all the players were mature enough and comfortable enough to have a good time, not be self conscious and not make assumptions. Vicarious sex can be amusing. The jokes and innuendos were flying fast and furious. At one time, James, playing Bran - sailor, said something in sailor speak that no one understood to which Laurel responded, "Cheesing the kitten? What?" That became the running joke for the rest of the night.
Some favorite innuendos:
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| June 18 Dreaming of Me Had my coterie meeting for Casting the Runes last night. It was pretty good. I think we got the basic direction/goal of the coterie hammered out. Also got some of the personal influences set up, too. It's a fun group of people to be with. Freaking devious, too. Almost TOO devious. Sometimes, I think we are making things to hard for ourselves. *laugh* Sarah of Scribbles in the Margin had a dream with a woman in it who looked like me. She says: I had met this woman at school (I recall her looking remarkably like Jennifer), and in my dream she was also this mega-super-organized person. She carried around this day-glo yellow Tupperware bin chock full of pens and paper and anything you could want, just a walking Office Max. Well, I can be very organized if I want to be but I don't know about a day-glo yellow anything and it's been a LONG time since I had crepes... Still, this is cool. I've now shown up in Johanna's , KT's and Sarah's dreams. Of the journalers I know, I've dreamt of Johanna and Michael .
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| June 19 Monday Frickin' Morning Well, it was a Monday frickin' morning. I got home way late last night - like 1am - and crawled into bed. Woke up at 6:30am to the weirdest dream involving my Changeling character, Yirlonda, Dave's Changeling character, Mykos, a WWF wrestling match that had a championship belt that was a Changeling treasure, bungee cords and random acts of acrobatic sex... Yes. It was weird. No, I'm not going to say any more. Then, heading out to work early because I had an interview this morning, I ended up sitting in traffic for over an hour and a half on the bridge because of some accident. It sucked. This hour+ commute is starting to piss me off. I managed to make it to work barely in time because my interview showed up early. On the good side, I actually liked this candidate! *gasp* Yes. Really. On the bad side, she has 3 other offers pending. So, I did my best to sell my company to her. Hopefully, she'll choose us. Well, well, well... it was just announced at my company that we merged with another company but in actuality, we bought them and they are becoming us. No big deal on my end. Of course, we can't talk about this until mid-July. But it's not like you all know which companies I'm talking about. One interesting point for me about this merger is the fact that the other company is located in Portland, OR. *Hmmmmm* I used to live there. I liked it. Eventually, I want to move back there. Someday. Of course, I mentioned this to my HR lady and she about strangled me, telling me that I was not allowed to move. Period. Yeah. Good QA people are hard to find. I know. Nice to be wanted. Of course, I figure if we don't manage to go public by first quarter 2001, my company will become a prime candidate to become someone else's acquisition. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something? I hate that!
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| June 20 Pins & Needles The boss is doing our one on one meeting reviews now. I know because I've seen him pull a couple of my co-workers aside to talk to them. However, he still hasn't set up a meeting with me. I hate this!
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| June 21 Good News! Congratulations to Karen! She's announced that she's having a baby! Whoo-hoo! She and I exchanged some excited emails this morning. This is so cool! I love babies who aren't mine. *grin* In other good news, James told me he took his first college exam today and thinks he aced it. Congrats, James! I remember that. Man, I miss college. I want to be a career college student. Not so good. Still haven't had my review. This is pissing me off.
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| June 22 More News Well, the competition finally filed their S-1. So, like last time when they began the S-1 process, we sent them a couple dozen roses. And, like last time, they sent us chocolate in return with "Thank you. It's going to be a sweet year for all of us!" Though, last time, they sent us six pounds of See's chocolate. This time, it was eight pounds of Godiva Chocolate. *mmmmmmm* I can't wait to see what they sent us in thanks to our roses when they go public! That's one thing I like about this business. We can all still be civil on the surface, even if we are trying to beat each other out of the marketplace. I finally have my review scheduled. It is, of course, the last one of the bunch. 11am on Friday. Joy, oh joy. At least I'm going to get it done and out of the way. Finally.
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| June 23 Answers *ARGH* Davenport is dead! Dammit! *ARGH* Poor Kayley. She was actually planning to check up on him the week before court. I even have a note in my Aragon log: "Check on Dave/Davenport on July 7th. Make sure he is OK." Now, she is feeling really freaking guilty and wants to research it - but it's in Concord, she's from Aragon... and even worse, the damned FBI are involved. *ARGH* (Yes, I'm talking about Aragon. Yes, this is just a game.) [2002.09.13 - Edited due to personal reasons.] Occasionally, someone will say something to me that will just smack me upside the head. Something that will make me lose my concentration as images overwhelm my senses. Words are very powerful for me. I asked a friend something in all innocence and the answer he gave me floored me. His words stuck with me for the rest of the day. Finally, I just had to let my creative juices flow. This is the result: The Answer.
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| June 24 On Good Deeds Today was a good day. Sekt Valir. Nothing too exciting but we are continuing on in our quest. Though, one strange event. Johanna called and asked/accused me of doing an anonymous good deed for a friend. As it came from left field, I had no idea what she was talking about and ended up thinking she thought I had sent our friend a love letter. She then explained that that wasn't it and explained the good deed. Sadly enough, it wasn't me. Though, I sort of wish it had been. Ah, well. Still, whoever did it, it was very nice thing to do. So - thank you.
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| June 26 Various Stuff Sunday day was an exhausting but fun time of fabric shopping with Laurel. We went to five different fabric stores and after our trip to the second store, I completely changed my mind on what I wanted for my costume for Isabeau (which, incidentally, will be my Halloween costume, Kayley's Halloween costume and my Ren Faire outfit). Honestly, it was the best impulse decision I could have made. For about $200, we got enough brocade for 2 different bodices - both in similar Autumn colors but with vastly different patterns, enough natural linen for a comfy shirt and 9 yards of this beautiful spruce colored wool blend fabric which will become both my skirt and the detachable, reversible fancy drape sleeves. That's the coolest thing about this costume - I can modify it, dressing it up or dressing it down. I have 3 different looks and 2 bodices. Six outfits for the price of one! I love it! Laurel is the seamstress mistress! Sunday evening was an enjoyable night of Port Townsend. Delphi and the crew made a new friend, lost their mortal buddy (for the moment) and discovered a little of what was sleeping in Olympia National Park. It was a strange little game. Kind of surreal. But I liked it. Afterwards, Logan and I talked about Aragon a little bit. I found out something Logan's character, Duke Rickhardt, is planning to do to Kayley at the next game. *oy* Either it will end with the little feud between Clan Tremere and Clan Ventrue ending (hopefully) or it will escalate it into open warfare. I'm really praying for the former. I heard back from Black Gate on my first submission. Yes, it was a rejection, but it was very nice rejection. "Thanks for the submission. This one had some positive qualities -- especially a likable central character and an intriguing opening -- but I'm afraid it's not right for Black Gate. The biggest problem I have with the story is stylistic. The story is over-narrated. Too much is explained to the reader, slowing the momentum somewhat." Heh. That is one of my weaknesses. I talk too much as a narrator in my stories. I guess I just really want people to understand what is in my head. The editor was nice enough to quote me back some of my stuff and point out what he meant. So, back to the editing board to see if I can remember to do more SHOWING rather than TELLING.
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| June 27 Legacy Closet Strange dreams last night: The Legacy Closet - Working with the Legacy Foundation, we must use a cursed closet to recover lost artifacts. Meanwhile, a demon works to destroy my history. There was a lot more to my dream than I remembered to write down. Snatches of it come whirling through my head at the darnest time - usually when I can't write them down. It's both surreal and vexing at the same time. Also, this dream made me late. I guess I hit my alarm sometime in the middle of the dream and don't remember it. It put me in panic mode. Fortunately, I was only about 20 minutes late and had enough foresight to spend the 3-4 minutes to get my breakfast - because I knew, no matter how much I rushed, I would be stuck in traffic at the bridge for a good 20 minutes. No use not using that time to eat breakfast as normal. I finally remembered to rip my "Conan the Barbarian" CD by Basil Poledouris into MP3 tracks for my computer at work today - and thus spent the entire afternoon listening to adrenalin-pounding-let's-kill-or-screw-something-NOW classical music. (I skipped over a lot of the slow stuff - it's good but not what I was in the mood for.) Probably not the smartest thing I could have done for improving my work efficiency but it sure did lift my mood a lot. I still have "Advil of Crom" "Riddle of Steel" "The Orgy" and "Battle at the Mounds" singing through my blood.
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| June 28 Darned Tired More fucked up dreams. A bunch of people were trying to kill me. And a bunch of people were trying to help protect me. They kept dying or getting hurt. Somewhere in there, there was something about all of us being in the Dreaming. Casey took a bullet for me. He didn't die or anything. Only the faceless people died. Rich was pissed that I brought Casey and Mary in to help without telling him. Second night in a row that I've dreamed someone or something was trying to hurt me. [2002.09.13 - Edited due to personal reasons.]
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