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Tuesday,
March 20, 2001
Buggerit.
. .
Millennium
hand and shrimp, while we're at it. There I was, with the finishing
touches on a great journal entry, when I clicked on something and
Dreamweaver caved on me. Fukaktah program.
So
now I have to recreate, and it's never as spontaneous or entertaining
as the original. Dammit. All right, here goes --
Daily
Entry, Take Two.
The
vacation is over and I have Samantha
Ling to thank for it. I mentioned on my SFF Net newsgroup
that I was going to Derek
James' writer's group tonight, and was wondering if I should
go get something to eat first or just go home for a few hours (I
went to get something to eat. Yes, there. Don't look at me like
that).
Sam
then suggested that I spend the intervening time writing a story,
as it makes the waitstaff wonder if you're writing about them (have
I mentioned that I like Sam's nimble and twisted mind?). I demurred
(had to finish the critiques), but she then suggested a list of
things I had to use in a story. They are, in order:
- A bong
- A thong
- A compost
heap
- Three cans
of tuna
- and a bat.
I'm
already musing over a story about a transformed wizard who tries
to convince a terminally stoned hippie to help him break the spell
that keeps him in the form of a bat in return for three wishes.
Unfortunately, the hippie can't concentrate on the task all that
well, being too distracted by the farm babe next door to the commune
who likes to sunbathe in her thong bikini. I'm not quite sure where
the three cans of tuna fit in, but I'll find some use for them --
maybe as food for the barn cat who makes the wizard's life a living
hell.
In
any case, this little magnum opus is all thanks to Sam's masterful
suggestions, so I'll be thanking her in my Hugo acceptance speech.
And it also means I actually have something to submit for the next
writer's meeting, as I'll definitely be coming back to this one.
Derek and the other members are all extremely intelligent, talented
writers, and it was really great to sit down and discuss on-going
projects and what happens when research facts wind up contravening
what you need to happen in a story (the consensus -- if it's a minor
thing, ignore the research and go with the story).
Wow.
I go out for dinner, I attend writing group meetings, and there
are cons on the horizon. I actually have a life. Almost forgotten
what it was like.

Oh,
and in random egoboo moments, I was the featured 15 minute site
on Clix today. Cool.
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