Tuesday,
March 4, 2003
I'm jest a writin' fool
Well,
life is good on the journalism front -- I just signed and mailed back a contract
with the British SF magazine 3SF for my interview with William Sanders. The
interview will be appearing in the next issue, and I am looking forward to it
mightily. In addition to that, I suggested another interviewee to Liz, and she
said go for it, so I just sent off a request letter to the lady. If she agrees,
I'll be doing my interview with her on the way back from Aggiecon.
Oh, and according to the comments from my Xanga writing journal, I'm in a mess o' trouble for naming one of my Bubba characters Billy Ray Ledbetter. Although I don't understand how Bill could be upset about this -- his namesake is a fine upstanding young Bubba who kills a bunch of flesh-eating Yumbies and wins the lovely (if foul-breathed) Rose-Ellen Briggs in the end. Some people just don't know how to take a compliment.
In all seriousness, I did plan on changing the name before I submitted it -- I just wanted to see what he would do. Heh, heh, heh. . .
That, however, was the one bright spot of my morning. After tripping over the cat a couple of times, I got into work only to discover that my brain apparently has three STUFF registers. If I'm carrying three items when I'm ready to leave, it sends me on my way even if there's a fourth item I need to bring -- in this case, my gym bag with makeup and deodorant. Crap crap crap. So AFTER I got back in the car and detoured to Walgreens to pick up the absolutely necessary items, I got in to find that my hair is channelling Bozo the Clown, and Bill is probably going to write about a man-eating harpy with bad hair and worse breath named Melanie in his next story.
Which I deserve,
I admit. But tonight should be very, very interesting. . .