Wiser than all of us, part 2

More filler, you say? Nah, not really. It’s just that I really wanted to share this with you, and didn’t discover it until later in the week, last week. So I saved it for today. This is the thirty-minute conversation with Ray Bradbury which followed the hour-long talk I posted last Monday. If anything, I enjoy this part even more. What a guy.

Well, there you go. What did you think of it? For that matter, let’s talk Bradbury: What’s your favorite Bradbury story? Mine is Farenheit 451, but if we aren’t talking novels, then I guess my head would have to explode before I could properly pick. (Beast from 20,000 fathoms? The great conflageration up at the place? So many…)

As for me, I’m off to write. Last week, I had a day on which I did 10,000 words of good fiction. The next day, about six thousand. Six thousand seemed to hold true for most of the week (not as much as I’d like…family can keep your word counts down, as anyone knows. It’s tough to write on the days when your wife’s off, after all. Not least because you haven’t seen her all week.)

So, it’s Monday, and I’m hoping for the start of another good week. I mean, what the hell, why not do 10,000 words today? 🙂


Wiser than all of us

Good morning! You’re probably sick of hearing me talk anyway, but you don’t have to today. I’ve done 6,000 words of novel writing since 8:30 this morning (it’s 12:30 now) and I’m not slowing down yet. So simply put, I can’t drag my mind away from novelistic duties long enough to say something sensible here.

Fortunately, I don’t have to. Via the wonderful blog, SFsignal.com, I give you an hour of Ray Bradbury.

I don’t have very many heroes in life…but he’s one of the untouchable giants. I hope to write half as good as this man.


No More B5?

At the end of the day, for me, it’s not just a matter of getting more
B5. It’s a matter of getting more *good* B5 that respects what came
before it and doesn’t have to compromise visually or in terms of
action. The original show deserves better than that, the surviving
cast members deserve better than that, and the fans who have supported
it over the years definitely deserve better than that. A lot better.

JMSNews, 13JUL08

Free Drink Friday; Shhhhhhhh!

So, sure, I’ll say it – I watch(ed) Stargate.  It was better with Richard Dean Anderson, tolerable when he became a desk jockey, harder to watch when he left altogether.  And I watch Stargate Atlantis, but it’s pretty routine, and leans toward dull a little more often than I’d like.

But the ONE singular thing that bothers me, always did, was the idea that a Stargate could exist, and have THAT MANY PEOPLE know about it – not only thousands of soldiers, but thousands of support people, scientists, PR folk, etc etc – and not once, ever, even when a ship is in low Earth orbit and any 4 year old with a Toys R Us telescope could see it, did knowledge of this thing leak out to the general population.

Sure, the military has secrets, we’re clueless about a lot of stuff. I accept that.  But THIS?

Nope, not happenin’.  Hell, even the Russians had one, and no one leaks out photos? Information? Gossip?  No one sees a gigantic ship in orbit, or a massive battle sequence in the antartic?

Okay, shake it off.  That’s only part of my point.  The other part is — Whaddaya suppose would happen if we found out that, sure’nuff, it’s true?  As an American, or citizen of whatever country calls you a taxpayer, how would you feel if you learned — 10 years after the fact — that there really is a gateway to other galaxies, folk have been signing up to travel there and meet aliens all this time, but when YOU went to Career Day they offered you a job driving tanks in the desert, and never once mentioned this cool neat thing you could have done?

I’d be pissed.  Seriously pissed.  Pick up a weapon and go POSTAL pissed.


Blog bloggery, blog bloggery, blog blog blogoo

(Ten points and a cup of tea, if you can tell me what movie I’ve butchered with my title there).

It wasn’t that I forgot I had a blog post due today. I really didn’t. It was that, in the course of this past week, I’ve been so busy writing writing writing that I never got around to sitting down and putting post to paper, as it were. And so, here it is, Monday…and any topics I had to discuss are mostly non-existant.

So instead, what you get is a delightful grab-bag of assorted topics, all of them addressed and then abandoned. It’ll sort of be like an intelligent post written by someone who has ADHD and is surrounded by shiny pennies.

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Free Drink Friday: What day is it?

I was reading a blog the other day, an agent’s blog, wherein she explained her day.  Okay, she had her day, now it’s our turn.

A Day In The Life of a Typical Writer.

Got up at 5:30 a.m., greeted by the sound of my jerk-wad neighbor’s running engine that he feels should be gunned several times while he searches for just the right rap station before, ten minutes later, driving away.

I have a headache because the hedge is blooming right outside my open window, but after my shower I’ll take an Alavert.

Showered. Tried to pet Rumor while simultaneously toweling off, then somehow managed to get dressed AND remember the deoderant this time. Then it was time to open curtains, give Rumor and Secret their treat, check the kibble and water bowls, remember that I’d forgotten to have lunch pre-prepped, waste time finding lunch and a snack, cram it all into my book bag and head out the door.

The garage door sensor is acting up, but after a few tries, I’m driving 24 miles to work. There’s time to think about the next scene while I drive, since I’m cruising at 70mph half asleep just like all the other commuters.

Once in the office, after my coffee is poured, I slide the USB memory stick with my current novel on it into the CPU, but then the phone’s ringing, the boss is here, and it’s time to work.  During little breaks, I’m thinking about the novel. I can open up the file and re-read what I wrote last, type in a few sentences before work calls for my attention again.

Lunch is only 30 minutes, so it’s a quick scarfing-down of whatever I brought while frantically typing out the scene I’ve got worked out in my head.  It’d be easier if I wasn’t lunching at my desk, since everyone keeps coming in thinking they can get me to work through lunch.

The day’s over at 3:30, but now it’s the drive home. More thoughts of the novel, but I can’t work them out until I’ve gone to the grocery store, then it’s time to make dinner.

Around 6:00, I’m finally sitting down on the couch with the laptop open and the novel in front of me, but now my roomie needs to talk about the day, and work, and things coming up.  I’m typing as best as I can, trying to stick with the plot and not accidentally work in what we’re talking about.

Mom calls, has some questions about her new laptop – with Vista – so there goes an hour that mostly consists of me telling her “I can’t help you over the phone, without seeing what you’re seeing.” 

It’s 7:00 now, and I’m barely keeping my eyes open. There’s laundry that needs to be done, and the lawn hasn’t been mowed in a week. Something’s making noise between the walls in the bathroom, and it has the cats excited. The garbage smells funny in the kitchen, and I need to sit down and pay bills or I’ll forget.  Checked the mailbox, found a new Form Rejection for the novel I’m shopping.

It’s 9:30. I’m falling asleep on the couch. The computer’s too hot to keep on my lap any longer, and I had to fight with the file because it didn’t want to save my changes!  A quick hookup of the printer to at least save my hard work, I can re-type that chapter tomorrow, maybe between lunch and doing the Month-End Inventory report.

It’s 10:30 and I want nothing more than to stay up all night and keep writing, but I can’t keep my eyes open, and I’ll be a wreck at 5:30 in the morning if I don’t go to bed now. 

As I fall to sleep, I’m thinking about the WIP, trying hard not to think about the latest Rejection for the other novel, and thanking my lucky stars I don’t have children, or important school work, or a spouse that could get in the way of my trying to be a Writer!

But most of you do, making my average day seem tame in comparison.  So, what’s a typical day for you?