Meanderings: July 7, 1999

Wednesday,
July 7, 1999

Yeah, yeah, I know -- another on-line journal? Why? Why does the Internet need yet another on-line journal? I mean, it ain't exactly like these are rare on the ground, and if you have to spend a chunk of time with your butt planted in front of a monitor, you could be reading Diana Rowland's journal instead, or Hilary Moon Murphy's, or browsing through the Whatever archives at John Scalzi's site (all of which are highly recommended, by the way).

So why Hoosier Meanderings?

Well. . .I have my reasons. First, I faithfully kept a journal all through college and some years afterwards (I may be posting excepts from these, just for the humor value -- Lord, but I was a artsy little shit back then), and it's a nice way of archiving events in your life. And as my handwriting has turned into prescription-pad chicken scratches, it's going to be a lot easier to read those archives when I'm old and doddering by the fire if I just type them into a web page.

Secondly, it's a good writing exercise -- keeps the chops warmed up.

Thirdly, I'm a humongous show-off -- if people read my stuff and like it, I get all giddy and coltish. If it gets to be too much, however, just slap my nose with a rolled-up newspaper and I'll settle down.

So, this seems like as good a place as any for some background. During the day, I work as a technical writing consultant and webmistress-in-training for a telecoms company I shall refer to as The Sign of the Three Blue Sausages, or TSB for short (more on that later, I guarantee it). At night, I write -- email, posts, stories, scripts, you name it and I'm probably fooling around with it. I'm currently trying to hack my way through the second half of a novel that underwent a sea change when I wasn't looking (it started out as a time travel romantic comedy and turned into a time travel thriller. I'm writing a thriller? What is this world coming to?. . .), and I've got a slew of short stories on the back burner that I intend to jump into with a vengeance once vacation hits (just two and a half more weeks, thank you Lord).

You don't think I use parentheses too much, do you? Nah.

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