Saturday, February 28, 2009

verbose not

Day 184 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I have been told that if I have nothing good to say then say nothing at all.

So . . .

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Until tomorrow . . .

Friday, February 27, 2009

where are the toothpicks

Day 183 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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My eyes really need them.

This new schedule is sapping all my strength. I did manage to exercise last night though.

If you can picture zombie aerobics, then you can envision what I looked like.

I’m afraid the strain is washing over onto this here blog.

Short sentences.

Lack of cogent thoughts.

All around suck.

Sorry bout that.

Maybe when I am not so tired I will have some functioning brain cells again which I can corral for some kind of brilliant blog topics or stories.

Until then, well you will either move on, or suffer through more of my sleep writing.

Until tomorrow . . .

Thursday, February 26, 2009

not again

Day 182 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Family issues arose again last night, and now we need to spend a day or two and deal with them.

This is one of the key reasons I only want one of us parents working, if it is at all possible.

The alternative is to take two tired, working parents to the brink of insanity and beyond.

What a screwed up society we have made for ourselves, haven’t we?

Soon, very soon I think, I’m going to be home all the time.

One parent needs their faculties about them when minor emergencies arise.

Until tomorrow . . .

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

fermented grapes and sleep depravation

Day 181 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well, as with all things, nothing remains in permanence.

And so my schedule has radically changed starting this week.

No, not fired (yet), but I am getting up just before 5:00 AM again so I can pick the little one up from school. My wife is working afternoons now.

And I don’t go for this double income and let somebody else look after my kid bullshit. I made her, so I should be looking after her until she can look after herself.

In fact, once my wife gets full time work - if I’m not gone from my stint as cube squatter by then, I will be very shortly thereafter.

Which brings me to why I’m so dang tired in the evening. In my future world of writing four hours a day with ZERO commute, I will never be tired out again. Oh, I can’t wait for that!

I go to bed now at 9:00 PM.

Yes, I must be getting old.

I do get several pages of my novel edited now while waiting in the parking lot of the school before it lets out.

Actually a bit more than I was getting done on regular morning shift at home.

So, the change, though not exactly welcome, is working for the better when it comes to my second career.

And yes, every day I drink one glass of red wine.

It is supposed to reduce the risk of me croaking from a heart attack by 20 percent. Unfortunately is does not lesson the risk of some moronic driver running into me and causing me serious injury.

I bet red wine sales are up though because of all the hype in recent years.

Well, best finish off the Colin Dexter novel I am reading. If you get a chance, you should read him. He is quite good.

Until tomorrow . . .

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

increasingly obvious

Day 180 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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As I read the news, and hunker down in my cubicle, I realize that my life is truly in my own hands.

I can no longer rely on poorly run companies to fund my future lifestyle.

I have to do it on my own - with a little help from my wife, of course.

I’m going to try to accelerate my novel plans, even though it may tire me out, or cause me to hack into my leisure time more than I would like.

But the way things are heading, I will need that revenue stream soon.

And hell, I’ve always said I needed a swift kick in my financial arse to achieve enough desperation momentum to excel in my writing goals.

So, I must act now.

Be on the lookout for my new novel, which I hope to start shopping around as early as this fall.

With some luck, and much hard work, it may be coming to a bookstore near you – and if you have a job left by then, you may even want to pick up a copy.

Until tomorrow . . .

Monday, February 23, 2009

out of time

Day 179 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Holy crap, where has the time gone?!

I have literally no time now to blog, and this mess is the result.

I have to blog every day though, or my goal will have been just so much hot air and my words, mud.

So, here is my blog for today even though it sucks.

Maybe I’ll have more time tomorrow.

Now, where are my ears and whiskers . . .

I’m positively late!

Until tomorrow . . .

Sunday, February 22, 2009

sunday sunday

Day 178 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well it’s Sunday, and I’m not going off to church.

Used to, way back when I was a kid and had no choice, but now I don’t.

And who was the genius who decided that Sunday was the day for worship anyhow.

And how do we know today really is Sunday anyway?

I mean, over the millennia we have gone through several versions of calendars - who is to say which is accurate now?

It could very well be Wednesday in God’s mind today and he is thinking, “Christ, will all these people give me a bit of peace today - I’m trying to get my laundry done already.”

And I could get some special hell time for posting that today.

I’ll take my chances.

Editing my way to glory this past while and am through about 1/3 of my novel so far.

I find there are 3 distinct processes to getting a novel ready for consumption (the good kind, not the wasting kind).

First is the first draft - just getting the thing out there in unpolished form.

Second it the editing - fixing all the lame stuff that crept in during first draft.

Third is rewriting or polishing - fine tuning, with help usually, the finished product.

How quickly this can take place is up to the individual. Some are workaholic psychos, while others - like me - take a measured pace like a robot and finish when it gets finished.

I should be done my edits by around the end of March, then take about a month to rewrite it.

Hoping by July or August to have a pretty decent finished product.

Until tomorrow . . .

Saturday, February 21, 2009

and loving it

Day 177 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Wow, I like sleeping in late and then doing what I want in the morning.

Must be the weekend.

Went out last night for a couple pints of Smithwicks (pronounced Smith-icks) and pizza.

How can I do all this?

The little one is off to guide camp and my wife and I are free until Sunday morning.

I will spend a bunch of time today editing my novel (undisturbed), cooking a great meal (nobody to complain about tomatoes and mushrooms), and read for hours on the couch if I like (nobody complaining about just sitting around).

Every couple needs these times to regress back into their previous childless times.

The change is good and welcome, and I also know the fruit of my loins is having the time of her life in the snow with all the other guides.

What a great program for young girls.

And, after much discussion with my wife this morning (in peace), I have concluded that 2011 is the absolute outside deadline for my exit from cubicle hell.

I am very excited about it as it is only two years away.

Things may conspire to see me exiting sooner, so keep your eyes peeled to this here blog for further developments.

Until tomorrow . . .

Friday, February 20, 2009

three things

Day 176 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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First, my driveway is full of snow.

Second, I had to use a pair of plyers to open a screw top bottle of red wine.

Third, I have no idea where my wife and child are.

These three things are not in any specific order, but they have contributed to my grouchiness.

I am now going to drink some wine and ignore the driveway and hope the two girls come home soon so we can eat.

That is all.

Until tomorrow . . .

Thursday, February 19, 2009

shorter

Day 175 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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My posts seem to be getting shorter.

Every day.

Today I am in waiting mode.

For job news, mostly.

I would rather be living than waiting, but what can one do?

The wait will be long not short.

So, I sit and wait.

Until tomorrow . . .

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

done deals done dirt cheap

Day 174 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well, the ole stimulus bill is now Law - and the Dow drops 300 points in celebration?

By now GM and Chrysler have outlined how they are going to screw the wor . . . er, save their industries and the cheers can be heard . . . somewhere.

I think this Spring I’m going to plant a lot of vegetables - it may be my only source of food in the fall.

Thinking of buying a new car - so you are the one.

Yup, what a mess.

And it’s not getting better, is it.

L’Obomba was supposed to be the next Jesus Christ, but so far his savior role is not panning out so well.

But who am I to be all grumpy - since my wage is NOT going to change - unless it jumps down to zip . . .

Until Tomorrow . . .

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

change the rods

Day 173 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Had a pretty sucky family day.

It was spent mostly mollifying the offspring, which after the first six hours, begins to wear pretty thin.

We did squeak in a game of Masterpiece as well as make oatmeal cookies, so I guess it wasn’t all drudgery.

I was starting to feel blog fatigue today too, and this is, in fact, the second one I’ve written.

But, I can’t stop now and blow my goal.

I won’t let that happen.

But if I leave it to write until this mornings instead of the nights before, then it cuts into my morning editing time.

And if my editing time is compromised, then my novel will not be edited and I can’t move forward with my second career.

And not moving forward into my second career means I get stuck in my first one.

Wow, what a motivator.

So here it is - the uninspired blog number 173.

How many months in a row is that now?

I wonder if Robinson kept track this long?

Well, I’m off to do some more “Family Day” stuff while there is still some day left - so have yourselves a good one.

Until tomorrow . . .

Monday, February 16, 2009

family day, eh

Day 172 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well, here in Canada, if you live in Ontario, it’s family day.

Unless you work for a dumb company which does not recognize the fact.

Then you take a vacation day like I’m doing to spend Family day with your family.

Sorry workplace - you are NOT my family.

So, I will be off now to do family related things.

Until tomorrow . . .

Sunday, February 15, 2009

huge space battles needed

Day 171 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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So, it finally happened.

Yes, I talk of old news - colliding satellites used for, um, communications? - wink, wink.

Just when you thought the Ruskies and the Yanks were not up to their cold war games, you find out they never really stopped.

So, what was that US satellite doing hovering over Siberia anyhow? Oh, yeah, it must be for cell phone communications or TV broadcasts - because there are so many Americans living in Siberia these days.

Nice try.

I’m sure L’Obomba got a friendly little phone call from the Kremlin asking a few pointed questions.

So, Valentine’s day came and went and I emerged unscathed.

I didn’t get her chocolates.

I didn’t get her roses,

I didn’t get mints, or flowers or toasters.

What I have in a wonderful wife who understands how dumb the whole Valentine’s day ritual thing really is.

Underneath though, even after we decided it has little significance except to boost sales of certain commodities, I think she still wanted something.

Well, she has me - for the rest of her life.

What more could she want?

Okay, don’t answer that.

I finished Star Control last night.

The novel, not the game.

It was not as bad as I thought it would be. There are a whole series of novels published by Prima back in the 90's that were set off of old, Classic computer games. I also have, and read, the X-Com novel by Diane Duane but I do not have the 7th guest novel.

Go figure.

Anyhow, the X-Com novel was a good, solid, silly read too.

THis morning though I feel in the mood for some strong female character Space Opera Action Adventure.

No, I am not going to read more Weber (didn't really care for the first book in the Harrington anyhow), but I am going to read some Moon.

Well, I’ve taken up enough of your time this morning, so . . .

Until tomorrow . . .

Saturday, February 14, 2009

cake from the pan

Day 170 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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-cakes in the pan-

Yes, Saturday morning is waking up to the sounds of my daughter making pancakes downstairs.

It’s the one day of the week where I don’t have to worry about what to eat in th morning.

I love that my little girl is big enough now to do these kinds of things. I used to do similar cooking things for my parents when I was growing up.

I woke up quite late today (quarter to eight - gasp) so am very short on morning ritual time today as the pancakes are already being prepared for the pan.

So, off to edit my novel while I still have a chance, or it’s cold cakes for me.

Until tomorrow . . .

Friday, February 13, 2009

eye in the sky

Day 169 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I just so happen to be listening to the live version of Alan Parson’s “Eye in the Sky” and wow, does it take me back to the days of High School and D&D.

But you don’t want to hear about that, now do you.

It is pretty neat though how certain music can bring you back to specific times in your life. I was just reading the other day that the brain sort of date stamps memories and that like memories then recall each other . . . If you follow.

So it’s not a stretch then to think that specific tunes recall in your brain specific moments in your life.

For me just about any Alan Parsons Project tune reminds me of High School. More specifically, “Turn of a Friendly Card” evokes definite memories of listening to it while reading (for the first time) Lord of the Rings.

No Doubt’s “Hella Good” reminds me of when I first found Wil Wheaton’s blog and therefore something online worthy of a read.

I’m sure I could dredge up another twenty or so, but I will leave it off and let you think about some yourself.

On a side note, I’ve made for myself, in this dreary February, a four day weekend by using a vacation day today and one next Monday.

Yeah, I know next Monday is supposed to be a “Family Day” holiday here in Ontario, but since I work for a company owned and operated from the USA, and we are treated little better than any other Non-USA country, this day does not rate as an actual holiday and hence, the vacation burning to take it.

But, I’m not going to fly off on a company rant - I’ll wait til I’m officially no longer there.

Until tomorrow . . .

Thursday, February 12, 2009

sucking updates

Day 168 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I really hate software updates.

Maybe it’s because I’m on die-L-up?

Maybe I’m just a cantankerous old bastard?

Whatever the reason these stupid updates have to occur every few days or so.

Why?

To what end?

Waste all my time as these dumb machines suck down packets of suck.

Give me a break already.

Which is precisely what I am about to do.

Take a break and read book.

Until tomorrow . . .

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

misanthrope to the power of infinity

Day 167 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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That’s me today.

I'm in one of those moods that, if there were a big red button in front of me, I would be tempted to push it down and end this whole frikin globe full of semi-intelligent A-Lickin monkeys . . .

Okay, too over dramatic, but this is raw emotion talking while the rational brain sits on the sidelines trying to calm it down.

And the glass of red wine is indeed tempering my temper, so to speak.

Well, the ax fell today on the job front. I am likely going to survive another go on the island, but many others will be voted off . . .

The kicker?

If we don’t pick you to take a hike, then let us introduce you to your new pay reduction.

How about - KMFA!

I think, if you try real hard you will be able to figure out what the initials stand for.

Let me just say that the A-Holes which ran the ship for 30 years or more typically took home more pay in 3 months than I will take home in 30 years - and now the same A-Holes want me to bend over and give myself and enema . . .

Just insane.

You do have to laugh though. I mean, don’t you?

Oh, and the pay cut is voluntary, so you can sign a form which says you do not want to take the reduction . . .

Might as well paint a “please fire me for whatever bullshit excuse you can dig up, unsubstantiated or not, because I won’t play your game” on your forehead. Of course, you would need a pretty large forehead to put all that on so you may just as well stencel a large L on instead.

I'm kind of hoping this is it though. Kick me out the door and give me my severance because, let’s face it, I’m a conical peg in an elliptical hole and the fit is very uncomfortable to the point of pain.

Time will tell, but likely, since I am a good worker with an actual functioning brain, I will be spared, or doomed, depending on perspective.

Until tomorrow . . .

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

a job finally

Day 166 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Not for me - but for my wife!

After what seems an eternity of looking, she has landed a job starting this week.

Very excited for her and she is very excited too.

So, just thought I would let the world know.

Now, I’ve got to go celebrate with her.

Yeah wife!

Until tomorrow . . .

Monday, February 09, 2009

a few loose pranks

Day 165 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I remember . . .

Yeah, I must be getting old, but I still have all my natural teeth - so there!

Still, I do remember spiking somebody's nasal spray with rum back in the University days.

Very much a riot, let me tell you.

I also remember dumping out that same person’s Head and Shoulders shampoo and replacing the contents with a mixture of Tide and corn syrup. And, believe it or not, it lathered up just fine I was told and he never did know the difference . . .

I was not the nicest of people back then and my Twisted Mind was really firing on all cylinders.

Perhaps my greatest, or nastiest depending on your perspective, trick was to do something to the communal bathroom.

You see, we had a Cleaner come into residence once a day and clean the bathrooms. It was an all boy’s residence first year and so the washroom had urinals, of course.

Well, in one of these urinals we (I did have help with this one) took a Mr. Big chocolate bar (remember those, do they still make them?), moistened it to look like you know what, and then by applying pressure down the urinal with it we left a big skid mark with the thing sitting at the bottom.

It looked like the real deal, and once applied before bedtime we (those others again) went to sleep and sort of forgot about it.

Ever get woken up at 7:00 AM from loud cursing in another language? Somebody yelling at the top of their lungs promising murder in any language?

It was fantastic.

It was sweet.

Ah, yes, I remember it well.

Did I mention I was a trickster and not so very nice?

I won’t even tell you the really evil things I did because, well, your idea of me will forever be tainted and if I ever want you to buy my novels in the future I need to leave a bit of myself a mystery . . .

Until tomorrow . . .

Sunday, February 08, 2009

almost half time

Day 164 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I know the Super Bowl is long over now, and did you notice the lack of car manufacturer advertisement, particularly with regards to the Detroit 3?

Anyhow, “I am, and never shall be, your friend” - I direct this altered quote at football.

I just don’t care for this game in any way, shape, or form. We are each individuals, and this is a good thing, so there are a ton who love that sport and keep it going.

I don’t.

Now you know.

Looks to me like I am almost at the half way mark for this blog. That would indicate that I have had a post up here for just short of 6 months straight. Kind of boggles a bit.

Then again, when you set your mind to accomplish something there are only two things which can force you off the tracks to failure.

1) yourself

2) death

Really, that’s about it. The secret of life is out, but deep down you already knew that, didn't you?

Want to write and publish a book? Only yourself and death can stop you.

Want to invent a time machine? Only yourself and death can stop you . . . er, and maybe those pesky laws of physics as well.

I suddenly see a flaw in my sage advice. And even the use of a Plutonian circular obfuscutionist argument could not save it. So, as a consequence, please allow me to redact the previous section of this blog.

You, however, may still suffer the subliminal consequences, unless you have read the sentence above before the ones before or skipped this entire post altogether . . .

Also, throwing in a few made up words helps to muddy the muddled and serve my diabolical subversive Jungolinearism social disruption plans . . .

It also occurs to me that my brain seems completely dependent on caffeine to function properly in the morning (yes, actually writing this now as opposed to then) so that is what I must do so I don't continue to cause you mental anquish.

So, I shall go get myself a HUGE ASS mug of the stuff and escape from the Dreamlands where I seem to have dragged you along this morning.

Sorry.

Until tomorrow . . .

Saturday, February 07, 2009

hello weak end

Day 163 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I’ve a new plan.

Yes, it is so cunning you could cut it with a knife.

And yes, I see you rolling your eyes in disbelief at my flippancy.

It has to do with my two big current 2009 projects, as in writing projects.

For the months ahead, up to and including June, I will be editing my Post Apocalyptic novel (Typhoon Rising).

It will be ready for agents July 1st when I then plan on tearing into my Sci-Fi adventure novel and plan on having the first draft complete by Jan 1 of 2010.

This is in keeping with my ultimate writing plans for 2009. What I had been attempting so far this year (and was not working too well) was writing part of the week (new Sci-Fi novel) and editing part of the week (Post Apocalyptic novel), but my monomaniacal mind seems to only concentrate creatively on one novel at a time.

My bipolar sub-processor just couldn’t handle the shifts.

So, that’s why I’m switching how I go about this thing called novel writing.

And, included in the new schedule are weekends, which I was not doing (except for blogging) up until now.

I think it is a robust and excellent plan, but I need to get a grow lamp in the basement where I write so my body can produce some Vitamin D instead of having to get it artificially all the time.

Well, pancakes prepared by the little one are surely cooking, and I don’t want to eat them cold.

Until tomorrow . . .

Friday, February 06, 2009

on blathering on

Day 162 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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As you by now already realize, if you have been following this blog for any length of time, is that I have very little of actual substance to report.

I should in fact be a politician – at least I would get paid to drone on endlessly about nothing while promising greatness and delivering bullcrap.

But I suspect the reason you hang in there is to see a novel of mine published so you can say – hey, see, I read that guy’s blog for years and now he is a big published well-to-do author . . .

. . . or at least I delude myself into thinking that.

Let’s hope your dream of my success comes to pass.

The other lure may be to eavesdrop on somebody else’s life. What is it like to look through the open window and see him mulling about in bathrobe going about his daily business?

But that is pretty dull, isn’t it? Me, mulling about, coffee in hand going to work, coming home, playing a game, reading a book, doing family chores, etc, ad infinitum, tedium?

As my previous day’s post suggests, I think I need some sunlight or something. This long dark winter is not giving me enough Vit D, even with the fortified cereal with milk for breakfast.

I do eat a children’s vitamin each day though, so that should help.

Well, keep me childish anyhow.

I’m going to do my best to keep these posts coming every day. I did promise that after all and I do so hate to renege on a promise once made.

But I haven’t even crossed the half-way mark yet. And wow, it’s been a long haul already.

Still, my dogged determination will see this experiment to its natural conclusion, whatever that may be.

Thanks for hanging in there.

If I had a decent bone to fling your way, believe me, I would.

Until tomorrow . . .

Thursday, February 05, 2009

out of gas

Day 161 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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I’m just dragging my butt around these days and I’m not quite sure why.

Oh, I'm still rising early to write and reading at least an hour each night. It's just the tank is feeling empty.

Maybe it’s this endless frickin winter?

Maybe all the bad economic news you just can’t escape?

Maybe it’s the lack of vacation time early in the new year?

Whatever it is, it’s starting to get to me. I need to write some humour pieces, go on a rant, or phone in sick a few days, or something.

And what I thought was going to be a slow relaxing weekend is now relative visit weekend and run the kid hither and thither weekend – which I kind of new, but sort of forgot about (maybe blocked from my mind?)

It’s not as bad as it sounds, but it’s not as free as I had hoped for.

But don’t let me get you down (as he sounds like Marvin).

I’ll just keep my head down, and work on my novels, and maybe the sunshine will come through my window soon.

Here is hoping those stupid rodents lied about seeing their shadows and that Spring will arrive early.

If not I’m having hamburgers for supper tomorrow, made not of ground beef, but groundhog . . .

Until tomorrow . . .

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

the scent of printer's ink

Day 160 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well, I finished that long and boring Asimov book last night – don’t read it (Fantastic Voyage II) as it is just too tedious.

And I suddenly realized (this past few days) that I’m in the middle of, what I like to call, a “Reading Frenzy”.

I get this way every few months, and it is a state of being that doesn’t want to leave me easily. I want to spend all of my free time reading, reading, reading.

This is coupled with an almost irrepressible urge to add as many books as I can to my already vast collection of fiction.

But my purchase power is nil right now - my budget for this moth is already spent.

Still, I have store credit at one of the large used bookstores, and more books to bring them for yet more store credit.

You see, it’s the old - “if there’s a will, there’s a way” - coming out in my frenzied mind.

I think I am going to take advantage of the store credit this week, like maybe today, this minute.

I can’t help myself.

I’m like a shark smelling blood in the water, I am so drawn to the used bookstores during this, my Reading Frenzy time, you’d best get out of my way or lose a piece of flesh . . .

I’ll let you know how it worked out.

The book hunting, you know, not the flesh stripping . . .

Now, if you will excuse me I have books to collect and books to read.

Until tomorrow . . .

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

the long hard road

Day 159 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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is before me and I don’t have winter tires or 4 wheel drive or a decent map.

Still, I think (and hope) I can handle it.

The travail I speak of – finishing my Sci-Fi novel this year.

I looked over all the material I gathered for my Sci-Fi novel last year, and the year before and even scanned some of the chapters I wrote – and I was surprised to find that it doesn’t suck. In fact, it’s actually pretty damn good and I’m actually excited about the story itself.

My only big fear is not being a good enough writer yet to pull it off in the manner I would like. Even though I’ve been writing every day, honing my skills, to really make this puppy fly with the big boys (and girls) it is going to have to be well written.

As is written, and re-written, and re-written and re-written – rinse and repeat.

I think Grisham rewrote everything like 7 times before sending it to his publisher. Holy ol crap. You see – big boy.

That is not going to stop me from trying, of course, but it will have me doubting my abilities every word of the way.

But as a writer I do know first drafts usually equate to animal droppings. Only after careful siftings and organization can the seeds be told apart from . . . Er, okay, not a great metaphor here.

Let’s just say after you have the diamond written, it takes a ton of polishing to make it shine.

I think what I am going to do, by year’s end, is put up the first three chapters (after re-writing 7 times) and see what bites.

However, self-promotion is not my strong point. In fact it’s not really a point at all but a blunt, worn and chewed eraser end. I may have to rethink strategies once I have my work in order and ready to present.

For now, as an aspirin though published author, I can concentrate on the task at hand and just write and edit for the year.

Wish me luck . . .

Until tomorrow . . .

Monday, February 02, 2009

jack thaw

Day 158 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well, it’s about time.

I actually went outside today, without a hat or mitts, and shoveled a bit of melting - yes melting - snow from the middle of the driveway.

I like a thaw in the middle of winter. I never used to, but I guess getting older has me thinking of warmer climes and comfort.

And the weekend was darn busy to boot. I had two places to drive my daughter to on Saturday, then Sunday was shopping (by myself as my wife was out) and looking after the meals and housework.

I know - sounds like whining. Yes some cheese with it please.

And the novel (might as well keep whining) I’m currently reading is not really holding my interest much.

It is Asimov’s “Fantastic Voyage II”. I’m thinking one would have sufficed.

Ever get into one of those books where you don’t know if you should finish it, but have gotten so far along it seems a shame to ditch it?

Well, that’s the stage I’m at with this one.

I’ll finish it, but it will be a tough slog. It’s not all bad, just kind of long and dull.

And to think, this is the guy that gave us the Foundation Series, Positronic Brains and the 3 laws of Robotics. Guess everybody, Grandmaster or no, can write a dud.

Well, laundry is still needing to be done, so I’m off to separate the whites from darks. I’m hoping next weekend I’ll get more downtime.

And, holy crap, I’ve been blogging every day now for a darn long time . . .

Just saying.

Until tomorrow . . .

Sunday, February 01, 2009

January 2009 in review

Day 157 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Well, as promised, here is my report card for January, based upon my goals for 2009.

Let’s see. Shovel the driveway twenty or more times this month - check!

Suck at tennis - Check!

Find humanity hard to tak—

-Oh, you wanted my other goals reviewed?

Well . . . all right then.

I finished 5 novels this month and came close to finishing a 6th, which will then count towards February’s read words count. I would say I’m well ahead of the 10,000 word goal for 2009 already.

I wrote two complete short stories in January. But, my goal is going to change from short stories to finishing my Sci-Fi novel and editing my Post Apocalyptic novel.

Stories may or may not happen as the months go on - this is a wait and see.

As to the publishing goal, well let’s just say if the Post-A novel is rewritten and appears to be in good enough form, it may start seeking a permanent published home.

That’s about it I think.

I’ll keep plugging away each month, and before you know it I’ll have shoveled the driveway sixty times . . .

Until tomorrow . . .