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Travel meme
Mar. 31st, 2007 10:10 am| Travel Horoscope for Cancer |
 When you travel, you crave warmth and comfort. You want a vacation with a home-y feel, a great view, and wonderful weather. You should travel to: Fiji San Diego Cape Cod Greece Venice |
Mar. 31st, 2007
Travel meme
Mar. 31st, 2007 10:10 am| Travel Horoscope for Cancer |
 When you travel, you crave warmth and comfort. You want a vacation with a home-y feel, a great view, and wonderful weather. You should travel to: Fiji San Diego Cape Cod Greece Venice |
Just had a highly nutritious lunch--half a 3-piece walleye pike dinner (fried, fried, FRIED) from a local take-out, washed down with a Sam Adams Black Lager.
Breakfast was a slice of whole grain bread with peanut butter and sliced banana, so the day wasn't a total loss, diet-wise.
Shipped out the tax paperwork to the accountant yesterday morning. Cleaned stacks of old catalogs out of my room, filling half a large Hefty bag in the process. Shelved some new books (as though I needed them). Forensics for Dummies. Guitar for Dummies (because I'm noodling with the idea of playing again). Deep Storm by Lincoln Child, because I want to see what a "well-researched" mainstream skiffy novel reads like. Blackwater by Jeremy Scahill, about the mercenary company, and a really interesting-looking book entitled Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin, which is set in the time of Henry II of England.
I am compelled to admit that I have felt a little adrift this past month. After three and half years of dealing with the ENDGAME sword hanging over my head, I now am left to contemplate what to try next. I have outlined a couple of short works. Outlined GIDEON and started the first chapter, which was set aside while I worked on tax stuff. But it's all on spec, and I wonder if I will be able to sell a damned thing this year.
In a way, it's exciting--I don't what what to expect. In another way, it's scary--I don't know what to expect.
And in the back of my mind, I ponder whether plans for a freelance writing career--nonfiction and fiction--are in any way feasible.
Breakfast was a slice of whole grain bread with peanut butter and sliced banana, so the day wasn't a total loss, diet-wise.
Shipped out the tax paperwork to the accountant yesterday morning. Cleaned stacks of old catalogs out of my room, filling half a large Hefty bag in the process. Shelved some new books (as though I needed them). Forensics for Dummies. Guitar for Dummies (because I'm noodling with the idea of playing again). Deep Storm by Lincoln Child, because I want to see what a "well-researched" mainstream skiffy novel reads like. Blackwater by Jeremy Scahill, about the mercenary company, and a really interesting-looking book entitled Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin, which is set in the time of Henry II of England.
I am compelled to admit that I have felt a little adrift this past month. After three and half years of dealing with the ENDGAME sword hanging over my head, I now am left to contemplate what to try next. I have outlined a couple of short works. Outlined GIDEON and started the first chapter, which was set aside while I worked on tax stuff. But it's all on spec, and I wonder if I will be able to sell a damned thing this year.
In a way, it's exciting--I don't what what to expect. In another way, it's scary--I don't know what to expect.
And in the back of my mind, I ponder whether plans for a freelance writing career--nonfiction and fiction--are in any way feasible.
Just had a highly nutritious lunch--half a 3-piece walleye pike dinner (fried, fried, FRIED) from a local take-out, washed down with a Sam Adams Black Lager.
Breakfast was a slice of whole grain bread with peanut butter and sliced banana, so the day wasn't a total loss, diet-wise.
Shipped out the tax paperwork to the accountant yesterday morning. Cleaned stacks of old catalogs out of my room, filling half a large Hefty bag in the process. Shelved some new books (as though I needed them). Forensics for Dummies. Guitar for Dummies (because I'm noodling with the idea of playing again). Deep Storm by Lincoln Child, because I want to see what a "well-researched" mainstream skiffy novel reads like. Blackwater by Jeremy Scahill, about the mercenary company, and a really interesting-looking book entitled Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin, which is set in the time of Henry II of England.
I am compelled to admit that I have felt a little adrift this past month. After three and half years of dealing with the ENDGAME sword hanging over my head, I now am left to contemplate what to try next. I have outlined a couple of short works. Outlined GIDEON and started the first chapter, which was set aside while I worked on tax stuff. But it's all on spec, and I wonder if I will be able to sell a damned thing this year.
In a way, it's exciting--I don't what what to expect. In another way, it's scary--I don't know what to expect.
And in the back of my mind, I ponder whether plans for a freelance writing career--nonfiction and fiction--are in any way feasible.
Breakfast was a slice of whole grain bread with peanut butter and sliced banana, so the day wasn't a total loss, diet-wise.
Shipped out the tax paperwork to the accountant yesterday morning. Cleaned stacks of old catalogs out of my room, filling half a large Hefty bag in the process. Shelved some new books (as though I needed them). Forensics for Dummies. Guitar for Dummies (because I'm noodling with the idea of playing again). Deep Storm by Lincoln Child, because I want to see what a "well-researched" mainstream skiffy novel reads like. Blackwater by Jeremy Scahill, about the mercenary company, and a really interesting-looking book entitled Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin, which is set in the time of Henry II of England.
I am compelled to admit that I have felt a little adrift this past month. After three and half years of dealing with the ENDGAME sword hanging over my head, I now am left to contemplate what to try next. I have outlined a couple of short works. Outlined GIDEON and started the first chapter, which was set aside while I worked on tax stuff. But it's all on spec, and I wonder if I will be able to sell a damned thing this year.
In a way, it's exciting--I don't what what to expect. In another way, it's scary--I don't know what to expect.
And in the back of my mind, I ponder whether plans for a freelance writing career--nonfiction and fiction--are in any way feasible.
CODE review
Mar. 31st, 2007 03:17 pmA very nice review of CODE OF CONDUCT on SF Reviews.
However, I am most certainly not the Kristine Smith who served as Deforest Kelley's caregiver in his last months.
When I first signed the CODE contract back in '98, word went around that I was a Kris Rusch pseudonym.
That's not true, either.
However, I am most certainly not the Kristine Smith who served as Deforest Kelley's caregiver in his last months.
When I first signed the CODE contract back in '98, word went around that I was a Kris Rusch pseudonym.
That's not true, either.
CODE review
Mar. 31st, 2007 03:17 pmA very nice review of CODE OF CONDUCT on SF Reviews.
However, I am most certainly not the Kristine Smith who served as Deforest Kelley's caregiver in his last months.
When I first signed the CODE contract back in '98, word went around that I was a Kris Rusch pseudonym.
That's not true, either.
However, I am most certainly not the Kristine Smith who served as Deforest Kelley's caregiver in his last months.
When I first signed the CODE contract back in '98, word went around that I was a Kris Rusch pseudonym.
That's not true, either.
Only a shade overdue
Mar. 31st, 2007 05:28 pmSix and half years ago (::boggles over the passage of time::), I went to see Peter Murphy at Metro. It was the Just for Love tour, very stripped down--just Peter, Peter diStefano on guitar, and Hugh Marsh on violin. Wonderful show. The CD pretty much captures it (altho Chicago wasn't treated to David J).
So yesterday, I was rooting around eBay, and found a tour t-shirt. Black. Long-sleeved. Now it's mine.
Only a little late.
So yesterday, I was rooting around eBay, and found a tour t-shirt. Black. Long-sleeved. Now it's mine.
Only a little late.
Only a shade overdue
Mar. 31st, 2007 05:28 pmSix and half years ago (::boggles over the passage of time::), I went to see Peter Murphy at Metro. It was the Just for Love tour, very stripped down--just Peter, Peter diStefano on guitar, and Hugh Marsh on violin. Wonderful show. The CD pretty much captures it (altho Chicago wasn't treated to David J).
So yesterday, I was rooting around eBay, and found a tour t-shirt. Black. Long-sleeved. Now it's mine.
Only a little late.
So yesterday, I was rooting around eBay, and found a tour t-shirt. Black. Long-sleeved. Now it's mine.
Only a little late.