I was going to go see a movie today, but I did not leave in time to make it. So instead I went to Jackie's. I shouldn't have. I'm trying to limit the frequency I go to no more than once a week and I actually...warm release. His pants pulse up and down as he throbs to completion.             “See you tonight,” she whispers as she stands up and walks away.             Thank god for the napkin.

Obviously I've written beyond this point, even if things are pretty slow at the moment (the stress of finding a job is making it incredibly difficult to write, which is disappointing as I was hoping to...then spins around his chair, approaching his checkbook with an uncommon enthusiasm.             “Something like that,” Cy says under his breath, walking to the couch. He sits and pets Mr. Whiskers.

I took Tuesday off and did a lot of writing. I'm not sure why I didn't post until now. I knocked out 3559 words in one afternoon. Not close to my personal best but above my personal quota, so yay for that...step.             Cy uses a handkerchief to wipe down the safe, turns to Alice Lumaghi to wave thank you, truly notices her for the first time, nods impressed. He exits as silently as the cat.

So I have spent the weekend pondering what story I want to tell with BM&BBQ. I like the short story (even if I didn't finish the last revision) and am definitely going to keep those three segments as individual... that’s Bill. Bill doesn’t know Dennis not in any manner beyond the mugger-muggee relationship. Bill just has bad luck. He’s one of those people that are always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

If you know everydaypanacea , then you're used to a man whose interests change frequently. This happens to me with my writing, as it does with many other people. I try to keep it under control...be such a focus of the market right now?). I won't. I'll finish Bliss, but eventually I'll put my attention back to BBQ. But we must remain focused, precious. One story at a time. One story at a time

Yesterday's writing group was a disaster for me. I'm revising Black Magic and Barbecue Sauce (lord that story was not as good as it should have been) for submission to a magazine and am at the end of the...have the objective distance to spot errors I'm missing. If you can't manage even positive feedback, then you should write in a notebook and put it in your desk drawer, because that's all it's good for

Day one of Readercon is complete. It was a big difference from gaming conventions. Granted, a lot of the attendees are the same (or at least look the same), but the attitudes and priorities are very different...failed miserably. I just felt (feel?) that the story I told is the story worth telling, but a lot of other people seem to disagree. So maybe I can come up with 115,000 words or so. 14k down, 101k to go

So I found a post it note the other day. I had put it in the first page of my writing book and hadn't looked at it since. It's old. It's a year or two old. It was the idea that ended up becoming the finished... all the dominoes started falling. I had forgotten all about that since then. It makes me smile now. Thank god his name wasn't Jack. And thank god he didn't have a D&D-playing roommate named Bruce

            A hero would be dressed better. Heroes have an innate sense of style that allowed them to choose the right clothing ensemble, hair style, and billowing trench coat that would let others...knew he was making words, both from the vibration in his throat and the concerned look on Kristie’s face. “No hospital.” She understood. It was the last thing he was certain of. The world went black.

Not only did I complete the NYT Crossword Puzzle in (personal) record time, but I kicked it's ass! It's incredible how much easier the puzzle is when you figure out the long answers immediately. They fill...the level of response so far. Time to get it edited and then submit. Cross your fingers. Now. Cross them now. This is a big deal and if you keep them crossed for the next year, the luck will build up