3:50 PM, on a white wet Tuesday. I’m working on some stories while the snow lies in heavy curves and mounds over the ground outside. The trees have thick moist clumps of white stuck to their trunks. Angular branches form a ghostly lattice against a sky the color of milk. It’s quiet.
The music inside is loud, however.
I have a bit of a head cold and I need a shave -- but I’m grooving. Kelli has a very cool story on Terra Tales and I’ve been getting good news regarding my stuff as well.
SciFiction, the fiction part of the SCIFI channel’s website (scifi.com) will be publishing a short story of mine called, "Bad Animals" this month. Yesterday I heard from Aboriginal Science Fiction that they will be publishing "Deadbeat" -- possibly as early as this April.
Groovy!
My goal this week is to get at least one new short story written -- and to continue with the good old treadmill running and assorted exercises. I would never consider myself to be a jock but I do tend to think and work better when I am exercising in some fashion. (Editorial note: I must have spelled the word "exercise" three different ways while writing this paragraph. Variety: it’s the spice of life!)
So it is 3 Doors Down on the inside and frost-white silence past my window. The light has stayed the same today. All day. It could be 10am or five in the evening. The wind is curling around the trees and snow-edged powerlines. Tiny flakes are floating around aimlessly.
But inside it’s warm. Bright.
And wide-grin loud.
--- JWR, 3/6/01
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