So, this weekend has been ok. I love it when the creative
juices explode into action, and I can get a large chunk of a story written, or a new outline completed. I was able to work for four hours straight,
and it started by reading over older work, realizing that the beginnings of two
separate stories really belonged together.
In addition, I got the outline of a new one begun. Awesome stuff!
That brings me around to self publishing. I think I’ll try
the 99₵
kindle ebook app when the time comes. It
seems like it would be a better route given the success of several new authors
using that particular media. In any
case, it would be a publishing credit.
I cannot wait for the semester to be over! Finals are in a
week and a half. Next semester subjects
are English Composition, Algebra, Geology 101, and a Digital Electronics
class. Woot! Useful stuff. I have to
start at the bottom again for math, it’s been too long. Back in the day I could
do calc problems that took two pages to solve like it was fun (it was) but now, yeah, I’m
lucky to be able to solve a simple equation. The review will be good, allowing
me to re-build a solid foundation.
They are playing Christmas music on not one, but TWO of my
radio stations now. My favorite TV show (The Walking Dead) has been put on hiatus until Feb. 12th,
and they are playing frigging Christmas movies in the time slot. I am coming to the realization that I severely
dislike Christmastime. I have trouble with
the mythology being accepted as genuine history, I hate the fake cheer everywhere.
If people were genuinely cheerful and happy, it would be different, but most of
us seem to put on the smiley face mask this time of year. I am glad for those
who have faith and nothing to sullyt heir traditions, but to me, this time of
year always seems such a hassle. I’ll be glad when things go back to “normal”
whatever that is.
We now have a kitten. I know, I know, it isn’t particularly
smart with two large dogs and two humans living in 240 sq. ft. There were no
other kittens near by, no cat, and no humans.
I found it underneath a car parked next to the old Ford I recently
purchased. It was alone, in freezing
weather, and I had to go to work right then or be late. I can leave a lot of things out in the cold to
fend for themselves, but not a baby, especially such a cute, furry baby mewling
at the top of it lungs.
The dogs are interested and want to make friends, but the
kitten is having none of it. The instinctive drive to nurture perpetual hatred
of dogs is simply too strong. Hopefully,
it will calm down over time, learning that Diablo and Jager simply want to
play, and in Jagers case, mother.
We need to find a name for it. None we’ve found so far seem
to fit. I wonder, is there a name list
for cats somewhere?
I need to go feed the aforementioned cat, and then get back
to writng.
Toodles!
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