Meanderings: July 19, 1999

Monday,
July 19, 1999

Writing continues apace -- I'm 11,000 words into the shared universe thingy, and I've hit a nice central image for "Daughters of Men." I also keep trying to get back to the novel, but every time I sit in front of the monitor my brain just seems to shut down. I'm hoping that I can use the two weeks of vacation coming up to smash through that block and finish the damned thing. I keep using this as a treat for my muse -- just finish it, no matter how inelegant the prose sounds, and I can then go back and edit it into shape after NASFic.

If I go to NASFic, that is. There doesn't seem to be any way for me to get a test appointment until September (even the tiny little Vägverket offices way up near the Arctic Circle are completely booked), and not having a driver's license is really going to screw the vacation. Technically, I don't NEED a car -- I'm landing at LAX, I don't need a car for the four days I'll be spending in Anaheim at the con, there's a shuttle service I can use to get there and back, and I can probably find a Greyhound route into San Diego for the visit with my buddy Janis. It's getting up to San Francisco that's going to be an utter pig. I wish I could convince Lyndon to just go there on his own (since he's the one who really loves SF -- I like the place, but it's not high on my "Must Visit" list). If it wasn't for the con, I'd just put everything off until October when I'd be sure to have a license, but one of the things I've been looking forward to all summer has been going to NASFic, meeting up with the other SFWA Musketeers, and just sitting around and gabbing. *sigh* I dunno, Marty.

Speaking of Lyndon, he woke up this morning feeling a bit yucky again, so I told him to stay home and stay in bed. That is one nice thing about living in Sweden -- the medical coverage is good. Poor pookie -- he's got a hairtrigger system, and it looks like he may be having an allergic reaction to the mosquitos around here (he's got two humongous bites in the crook of his arm from working in the yard over the weekend -- it looks like a very sloppy vampire was noshing on him), so I have to buy him the local version of OFF. Makes me grateful for my cast-iron system -- he still doesn't understand how I can eat cold curry for breakfast and not topple over in agony.

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