Friday, November 25, 2005

Thanksgiving Blues

I've decided Thanksgiving is not good. Not the idea of giving thanks, we need to acknowledge to G-d our gratefulness for all His blessings, and be more aware of those around us -- not take loved ones for granted. And that all the time, not one day a year.

But the food -- oy!
I guess I'm getting older than I thought (not likely). I don't know which is worse, the indigestion from foods that previously gave me no trouble, or the nods.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

getting close

Well, not sure if I'll make my goal of finishing this first short story of the back story by the end of November, but it's looking promising.
I'm trying to finish it up enough to make it stand alone, yet leave it open to tell more of the story. My dilemma now is, do I hold back this first story till I get the details of at least the next story done or try to get it published?

Thursday, November 17, 2005


I've always said kimchee just had to keep one healthy -- and it seems I've been proven right.


Monday, November 14, 2005


Truly confounding. I'm learning more than I ever wanted about particle beam weapons, terra-forming, ecosystems, genetics -- to name a few topics.

Granted, any good writer has to research -- a friend had to research undersea archaeology for a romance novel -- but oh my, science just isn't something my brain wraps around easily.

But I forge ahead, because I want my novels to make sense to those whose brains do wrap around science. I'm not content with reversing polarity on the primary engine coupling to fix their propulsion problem, or using 'plasma weapons' which aren't practical at all.

Too many people in our society haven't a clue about science. I know I can't change that, but I don't have to pander to it.

Yes, I know, no matter how much I research, and even with dear friends like My Physicist to assist me, I'm going to goof up and have some really "out there" things at times, but I have to try.

I have to.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

typical me

I'm beginning to think the short story I'm currently working on isn't the first one of this backstory series. But I'm plugging ahead anyway. I still have the feeling this could be a novelette, or perhaps even a novella. I don't know anyone who would take it if it gets that long. I'll just have to wait and see what happens...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

November Writing and an Off-topic Comment

Although I'm not doing NaNoWriMo, I have started the first of a series of short stories telling the history of 'my people,' that is, the people from my intended Ancient series, and have gotten a decent amount done each day. I'm going to press on throughout this month and see if I can at least get the basics done.
I will need to go back and, with the help of My Physicist and a few other more scientifically-minded friends, fill in the blanks for some things, of course, so it's not like any of it will be ready to submit by the end of the month.
But still, I'm excited about this -- it has seemed a monumental task and I'm thrilled to be finally doing it!

Also, I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible for the McDonalds in the SuperWalmart of Camden Delaware to get an order right. And --*ahem*-- it's called fast food for a reason. *rolls eyes*

Thursday, November 03, 2005


See, this is what I knew would happen if I started a blog.
Real life would get in the way, I'd feel anything I post is in the 'who in the world even cares' category, and it would wither away and die.

Sooo, since most of the 'busyness' in my life is of the ordinary variety (being mommy/chauffeur for example), I thought I'd try a post about my writing (novel idea -- okay, bad pun, and yeah, it still falls into the category of who cares).

One of the fun things about writing is the characters. They become real to me. Some of them become very real.

Very real.

I had a psychologist suggest I was in serious need of help when I told her my characters talked to me.
I believed her.
I have come to learn that I'm not in need of any help mentally (at least not for that LOL), because I have talked to other fiction writers, and discovered this is considered 'normal.'

Now I understand that normal is relative, but at least I can say that I'm not alone. Or uh, perhaps we're not alone, since I have all these people living in my head with me.