January 2004


I just incorporated Misha’s comments into “Women’s Work.” Misha rocks. 🙂
In other news, I think my Palm III is dead. Yes, I know I always say that, but this time I mean it. Switching it on produces a flashing effect followed by a black screen of death. Resetting produces a black screen of death. Woe! 🙁 She was a good little PDA–I used her extensively from 1998-2004.
I may need to soak in the tub before recutting “Varmints.”

I sent “Varmints” out to what I thought was a gloriously inappropriate market with a quick turnaround, and yet they have not seen fit to reject me yet. Which goes to show what I know. 😉
I’m trying to decide if “Women’s Work” is ready to go out. I’m probably going to sit on it until Friday, just because I’m hoping to have fresher eyes before I send it. My friend, well, um, honestly, what she said pleased me but I suspect I rendered her speechless, and I don’t know if it was in a good or bad way!
In the mean time, I’m going to try to talk myself into working on the movie script. Although maybe I should go to bed early instead. *yawn*

I just emailed “Women’s Work”–the current title of the time dilation story–to a friend for comments. I always have to resist the urge to hit “check mail” every ten seconds when I do that. 🙂 Of course, Brian’s seen it twice already.
I also sent a flash version of “Varmints” out to another market yesterday. I am the cut mistress. FeAr ME~~~~~~~!!!

My writing rejection for my script was not my first writing rejection.
When I was in elementary school, there was a magazine called Bananarama–at least, I think that was the name–that the school gave us for free, and they had a weekly cartoon series called “Pet Peeves” where you would send in something like, “I hate it when the DJ talks over my favorite song!” and they would do a cartoon about it. I sent them some ideas and received a form rejection. I think I was ten.
Go figure.

My mother-in-law had a copy of Neuromancer, so I picked it up and read it while I was hennaing my hair today. The beginning really suffers from all of the people imitating it over the years, but it picks up. Pretty cool. 20 paws and an ethernet cable up. 😉
Tonight the Significant Other and I are having food the other person hates night. I must go down and raid the refrigerator. I wonder, is it going to be Ramen soup? Too bad I’m short on money, otherwise would be Chinese all the way. Chinese! Chinese! Thai! Chinese! Harmony!
Ramen soup it is!

And they’re good words, according to the S.O. Much, much progress on the time dilation story. All the chunky bits of exposition worked in non-chunkily, and mainly the denoument to go, I think.
Heh. He still wants to kill the antagonist. Hopefully she’s interesting as well as annoying. 😉

Download and install Microsoft.net framework. Install Slug, a client for Movable Type. Play with Naturally Speaking. Read Meet Me at Infinity. Take bath. Pet cats. Drink too much diet Coke. Put feet up.
Maybe I should just take the night off.

Racoona Sheldon, The Screwfly Solution
James Tiptree, Jr., The Women Men Don’t See
Joanna Russ, When it Changed
Tim Pratt, Little Gods
Okay, I actually read Joanna Russ’ story in a college science fiction course and reread it recently. I still enjoy it as much as I did then.
I’m on a bit of a Tiptree/Sheldon kick–I received Meet Me At Infinity for Christmas. More of her books should be in print. I have spoken.

The new job is definitely of the good. I go forth, I restore order to the computing universe, and I leave happy people in my wake. Best of all, I’m not trapped at my desk forbidden to go to lunch or dinner or home for 72 hours at a time. I walk around campus. It’s nice.
On the other hand, I’m having trouble adjusting to the schedule, in that I don’t want to do squat when I get home. I pack my lunch, reset the coffee pot for the next morning, and then I want to goof off. I’m writing a little–not as much as I’d like–and sometimes I can be convinced to do the dishes or clean the litterbox. Of course, the job is a lot more physical than I’m used to.
Must motivate self to plow through email. *wrinkles nose at inbox* Must write something. Other than this!

Several months ago, I got a cheap copy of Dragon Naturally Speaking, but then my computer died. I installed it today. In fact, I’m using it now. I thought it would be fun to use with Final Draft to write scripts, but it doesn’t really recognize my voice very well yet. Which is a shame, because theoretically speaking would be a very natural way to write a script.
On the other hand, it’s making it easier to keep one of my New Year’s resolutions: trying to write every day. Well, OK, it makes me more likely to try it for fun. I hadn’t written in two days, and I did work on my script a little today. Not that the software supports Final Draft, but it seems to work–slowly. I hear it takes awhile to learn your speech patterns. I got frustrated and ended up typing.
It had me read Lewis Carroll and Arthur C. Clark to learn my voice. I probably need to read some more, because right now it can’t tell the difference between “some more” and “somewhere.”
Anyway, must go forth and work on my science fiction story. I have no idea if I’m going to attempt to use the software or not. Looking back at how it just translated that sentence, probably not.

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