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July 5th, 2009
jaylake
 | 08:14 pm - [writing] Endurance progriss riport, day 20-22 Days 20 and 21 were lost to our grand adventures in Points North. Day 22 today yielded only a disappointed 2,100 words in an hour of effort. However, under my new weekly rubric, that makes 21,600 words for the week, well in excess of my 17,500 word target. I'm now at 87,500 words. Given that chemo shouldn't start before early August, I'm confident of getting this draft wrapped before cancer eats my brain.
( In the mean time, a bit of WIP: )
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jaylake
 | 08:08 pm - [calendula] A grand weekend at Points North
calendula_witch ably describes our weekend at Points North amongst her family and the fields of her youth. A marvelous time was had by all, albeit somewhat intense. I took a number of photos, but have just discovered I have the wrong card reader with me tonight, so they will remain inaccessible a while longer.
My day consisted of starting in Mendocino County, CA, being driven down to SFO by calendula_witch, flying to PDX, being met by the_child and tillyjane in the Genre car, dropping tillyjane off at her place, then driving to Pacific County, WA to my parents' beach house. So, erm, 5+ hours in the car and 3+ hours in airport and airplanes. Whew.
Beach house for a week (working the Day Jobbe from here as well as forging ahead on Endurance), then Omaha, then back to San Francisco and calendula_witch on the 17th.
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maryrobinette
 | 11:08 pm - Refurbishing a table
For the film shoot last week I needed furniture to represent ten different scenic locations, all shot on greenscreen. Besides dealing with the usual greenscreen parameter of avoiding reflective surfaces I also had a fairly tight budget. This meant that some of the rental furniture I picked up wasn’t in stellar condition. You’ll notice that this table, which has a very nice form, has gaping cracks which were repaired with gorilla glue, leaving nasty white scars all over it.
This particular rental house doesn’t mind if I give their furniture “a little love” so the white scars were acceptable. Most rental houses don’t want you to do anything to their props. Rightly so.
While we were renting out the Little Shop of Horrors puppets, the number of times they came back with horrendous “repairs” or “enhancements” that took a lot of labor to undo.
Just a note: When renting props, unless you have specific permission in writing from the prop house, don’t do anything to the props that you can’t completely undo. And make sure you undo it before returning the prop.
For this, since the practical antique value of the piece is gone, I was able to take the easy route. I mixed up two tones of paint to match the wood tone. Using a stiff bristle brush, I worked it into the gorilla glue, taking some care to match the grain of the wood.
Once I finished that, I gave it a once over with furniture polish and voila. A table that looks rustic, but not trashed.
Comments? -- Link.
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charlesatan
 | 07:15 am - July 6, 2009 Links and Plugs Hello new followers! Blushes that Jeffrey Ford and Moonrat reads this blog.
Oh, and you guys should check out Andrew Drilon's "The Secret Origin of Spin-Man" courtesy of the talented Anna Tambour (seriously--go buy her books!).
Interviews Advice/Articles News And for something different:
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jakonrath
| 03:34 pm - Truck Stop by Jack Kilborn & J.A. Konrath
http://jakonrath.blogspot.com/2009/07/truck-stop-by-jack-kilborn-ja-konrath.html As of this writing, SERIAL by Blake Crouch & Jack Kilborn has been downloaded over 70,000 times. The majority of these have been on the Amazon Kindle.
Of course, SERIAL is free, which helps. But it's still gratifying to know that our little short story has been read (and in some cases, hated) by so many people.
Naturally, I've been thinking about how I could follow this up.
For those following my blog, I've been doing pretty well selling my old short stories and unpublished novels on Kindle. But I've never actually written anything specifically for the Kindle.
Until now.
Jack Kilborn and I got together and did a prequel to SERIAL. Not only does it feature one of SERIAL's bad guys, it also features Taylor, one of the Red Ops from Kilborn's horror novel AFRAID.
I wracked my brain trying to figure out a good protagonist to throw into this nest of vipers, and came up with the obvious.
Jack Daniels.
The novella is called TRUCK STOP.
 Before the events of Jack Kilborn's epic horror novel AFRAID...
Before the events of J.A. Konrath's critically acclaimed thrillers FUZZY NAVEL and CHERRY BOMB...
Before the events of Jack Kilborn's and Blake Crouch's #1 Amazon Kindle bestseller SERIAL...
Three hunters of humans meet for the ultimate showdown at the TRUCK STOP.
Taylor is a recreational killer, with dozens of gristly murders under his belt. He pulls into a busy Wisconsin truck stop at midnight, trolling for the next to die.
Chicago Homicide cop Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels is a long way from home, driving to meet her boyfriend for a well-earned vacation. She pulls into the truck stop for a quick cup of coffee and stumbles into her worst nightmare.
Jack's no stranger to dealing with psychos, but she's got her hands full trying to stop Taylor. Especially since he's getting help from someone just as deadly; a portly serial maniac named Donaldson...
TRUCK STOP is a 15,000 word thriller novella that ties together Konrath's and Kilborn's works, with terrifying results.
A prequel to SERIAL, which has been downloaded more than 70,000 times, TRUCK STOP is an eighteen-wheeled ride straight into hell. Not for the faint of heart. Let the reader beware.
This ebook also includes an exclusive interview: JA Konrath talks with Jack Kilborn, plus excerpts from their latest books, CHERRY BOMB and AFRAID.
Here's the Kindle link: http://www.amazon.com/Truck-Stop-Psycho-Thriller-ebook/dp/B002G99RRK
I'm really curious how this will sell, because Kilborn has been doing better than Konrath on Kindle. I'm also interested to see if this does anything for my backlist of Kindle books.
If you don't have a Kindle, and want to download it as a pdf (or many other formats), I also uploaded it to Smashwords.com.
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/2743
I'll keep everyone posted. In the meantime, feel free to spread the word...
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sandratayler
 | 10:29 am - Bits and pieces from my head My brain has not been a quiet place of late. I suppose that makes sense because my life has been anything but routine for months. I keep running from one major event to the next with little time to pause and reflect. None of this is news. I've been complaining about it for months. But over the last week I've finally figured out how much work July will contain and it is less than I'd feared. I'm very glad to have a less stressed month, but I am also very aware that less schedule stress means less money coming in. This leads to a potential financial stress in a couple of months, but I am not going to fret about that now. Pre-orders are still open and we've yet to see how books will sell at GenCon.
My house feels empty. My parents were here for almost a week. Before they came I was worried about having guests in the house while we had the stressful week of opening pre-orders. I was worried that my inability to pay attention to my guests would be a source of stress. The opposite turned out to be true. My parents just slid into the household without a ripple. They left me alone when I needed to work and picked up all the household slack that Howard and I were leaving around. But now my parents are gone and they took Gleek with them. She gets to accompany them on a trip through Idaho to visit cousins. This long-promised solo trip is something that Gleek has really been anticipating. I'm glad she gets to go, but the house feels empty. It always feels empty when one of us is missing.
Two days ago I had my first experience with someone knocking on the door looking for work. It was a little scary. I was very aware of the possibility that this was a scam attempt or a fishing expedition to scope out our house for theft. On the other hand I was very aware that this man, his wife, and baby might really be so hard pressed for money that knocking doors was the best option. They did not want charity. They wanted work. I did not let them into the house, but I did give them some work in the garden. He worked hard and when he was done the rest of the yard lived up to the flowers my mother planted. I think it has been years since the exterior of my house was so nicely groomed. I paid him for the work and he left me his name and number so I can call him if I have more work. It is possible that the tale of woe was fabricated, but I received fair work for the money I gave, so I don't much care. It was a chance for everyone to come out ahead and I think we all did.
Over the last few weeks I have been using my down time to watch The Office on Netflix. The show is sometimes painful to watch because some of the characters are extremely hurtful to other characters. Most of the hurt is unintentional, but that does not make it less painful. For me the most fascinating thing to watch has been the evolution of the series itself. It starts out as a faux documentary about an office full of caricatures who interact with each other in amusing ways. But then there will be these small brilliant moments when a new facet of the caricature is revealed and suddenly instead of a caricature, there is a person I actually care about. The annoying people remain annoying, but somehow it becomes affectionate annoyance. I understand how these people still work together despite all the pain. All that said, I'm not sure whether or not I'll be watching season five when it comes out. I've loved watching these characters grow and the next logical step is for some of them to move on and leave the office. Unfortunately due to the nature of serial entertainment, those characters can't be allowed to leave. They must stay, trapped. In order to retain character tension, the relationships must be broken up and reformed. If no one is allowed to move on, then the illusion of life which I've loved is destroyed. Instead of The Office it becomes more like Sartre's No Exit. I'm not sure if I want to watch that.
Yesterday I had no work to do. The internet had gone into hibernation for the holiday weekend and I'd already answered all the email. Not only that, but my house and garden were both in beautiful shape due to the intervention of others. I ended up sitting down and playing Fable 2. I think that is the first time I've really played a video game in years. It was fun. But I also got up from the game with an awareness of how expensive video games can be for me. They don't want to just stay in the leisure time. Instead I want to start stealing time which should be spent on other things instead. Also there are already five people in this house negotiating for turns with the game. Adding a sixth doesn't seem very helpful. It is possible that my character will languish in neglect. But perhaps I'll find the odd hour here and there when I can putter in a video game universe.
Our Fourth of July celebrations were extremely low-key. Howard and Kiki spent most of the day either groggy or sleeping after their all-night game session. Link, Patch, and I just hung out at home. At dusk we joined some neighbors for fireworks. Our contribution was a box of party poppers left over from New Years. I did not have to plan or organize anything which made it a nearly perfect holiday for me. It was good to have a real break.
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July 4th, 2009
maryrobinette
 | 11:59 pm - Happy Fourth of July.
I hope you all had a wonderful Fourth of July. Rob and I celebrated by going for a walk in Riverside Park. The weather was nearly perfect. We chose not to fight the crowds to see the fireworks and now, at 1:20 am we are still able to listen to them as various neighbors continue to blow things up.
No, no. Don’t mind us. We were awake anyway.
Comments? -- Link.
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sfwa [robinbailey]
 | 11:58 pm - 2009 SF Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony If you attended the Science Fiction Hall of Fame Induction ceremonies this past June in Seattle, I would appreciate hearing any comments on the event or any views you might care to share. The event, held in conjunction with the LOCUS Awards this year was moved from the SF Museum's "Sky Church" and into a much smaller and less grand venue in a Courtyard Marriot. I've heard that some fans were unable to attend due to the limited space.
As to why I'm interested: I founded the original SF Hall of Fame in conjunction with the Kansas City Science Fiction & Fantasy Society and Jim Gunn's Center for the Study of Science Fiction. I served on the museum's Board of Advisors until that body was disbanded last year, and I have served as chairman of each induction committee since we transferred the SFHoF to Seattle. I've attended most of the inductions, however this year scheduling just didn't allow for that.
Note that I'm not interested in hearing about the LOCUS Award presentations. I just want to hear how the SFHoF portion of the evening went.
Best, Robin Wayne Bailey
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schlocktroops [wolfrick]
 | 11:03 pm - Crime and PUNishment Dam! I like how the flow of this arc is turbine out! It's electrifying!
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jakonrath
| 07:50 pm - How Not To Write A Story
http://jakonrath.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-not-to-write-story.html This is a repost of a blog I did last year, because once again I'm judging a short story contest, and once again I'm ready to fling myself off a cliff.
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In the spirit of full disclosure, I'm in a bad mood. For the past few days I've been wading through hundreds of short stories. I'm a paid judge for a big contest, and my verdicts are due.
This bad mood has been brought about by seeing the same story mistakes, over and over and over and OVER AND OVER...
So, for the benefit of the newbie writing world, and to save me future pain if I ever judge a contest again, please take the following to heart:
DO NOT START A STORY WITH WEATHER Yes, you can work weather into the scene. But I don't care that it was sixty-five degrees on a spring morning, and if you make that your first sentence you're going to remain unpublished.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH CHARACTER DESCRIPTION Your protag may be named Bob McTestes, and he was born in Sunnydale, Ohio in 1967, but you need to work that into the body of the story and not make it the first sentence. Better yet, don't work it in anywhere.
DO NOT START A STORY BY ADDRESSING THE READER "You'll never believe what happened on July 2, 1943." You're right. I won't believe it, because I just stopped reading.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH PREMONITION "Phil Assmaster didn't know he was going to die that day." But Joe Konrath knows you're not going to win this contest.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH THE PROTAG WAKING UP Frankly, it shocked me how many stories began like this. More so than any other way I'm warning against. Opening your eyes because you had a bad dream or heard a strange noise is a quick way to put the reader to sleep.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH CLICHES Once upon a time. A long time ago. This is a true story. Ugh. Next time, save me the trouble and put the story in your own recycle bin.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH SETTING DESCRIPTION "Moronville, Ohio was a town of 8371 people originally founded in 1872 by Quakers." Hopefully, one of those Quakers has a gun and will shoot me.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH TELLING "Josh felt terrible." Really? How am I supposed to picture that? Maybe I picture Josh's stomach aching, his head throbbing, and the hole where his heart is supposed to be. If I'm picturing that, perhaps you should have as well and written it that way.
DO NOT START A STORY WITH ANY DESCRIPTION I don't care if you're describing a person, place, thing, era, or whatever. I want to read about conflict, not helper words.
DO NOT USE HELPER WORDS Force yourself to pare away every adverb, and half your adjectives. Also kill any speaker attribution other than "said" and "asked."
DO NOT START A STORY WITH A PROLOGUE Your short story doesn't need a prologue. Your novel probably doesn't either.
DO NOT USE EXCLAMATION POINTS! Especially a bunch of them!!!!!!!
DO NOT USE THE SAME FARUQING WORD TWICE IN THE SAME FARUQING PARAGRAPH Get the faruquing point?
GRAMMER AND SPELING SHOULD BE PREFECT If you don't care, why should I? Ditto annoying dialect spelling. Y'all get a-ight wit dat sheet, 'kay?
And finally:
DO NOT MAKE YOUR MAIN CHARACTER AN ANIMAL Ever.
Are there exceptions to these rules? Of course. There are always exceptions. But I didn't see any in the 2000+ stories I had to endure.
Also, for the love of all that is good, use 12 point Arial, Courier, or Times New Roman, double space the text, one inch margins, and indent each paragraph but don't add extra spaces in between them. One staple, in the upper lefthand corner.
Rant over. Ignore at your own peril. Now I'm going to go have some bourbon and scour my eyes and brain with steel wool.
And if you want an example of what I've had to endure, here's another blog entry I did on this subject:
http://jakonrath.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-stories.html
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jimvanpelt
 | 01:50 pm - Teaching Plot to Young Adults A good writer friend of mine is getting ready to run a young adult workshop on plot. She asked if I had any tips. My rambling (and possibly unhelpful answer) was as follows:
When I teach plot to kids I center on the definition that a story is a significant event or events that happen to someone. I like this starting point because I can stress the key words, "significant," and "event." The first word means that the events have to matter to some one, and the second means that something has to happen. From there I go to Freytag's pyramid. I know that's kind of dry sounding, but it gives them a picture of a plot as starting with an inciting moment and rising to a climax. The pyramid is no good, though, without talking about the conflict that drives it, which for me has three parts: someone wants something, something stands in the way, and something of value is to be gained or lost. For me, most of writing a story is about figuring out for myself what those three parts are. Lots of times I'll start a story but I won't have a firm idea of what the three elements are, so I flounder around for a bit until I write myself to the answer. But that's my intro to a several-week long unit. For a workshop I might have them brainstorm what they think a story is for a while. What they'll come up with is that a story has parts they recognize, like description, dialogue and action. Sometimes they'll say a story has a theme (they're getting this from their lit class). "Theme" is just a formal way to say the event is significant. Then, because I like to get them involved in "story" right away instead of one of the other elements, like writing dialogue or creating a character, I'll have them do the seven-sentence story exercise,which really is a down and dirty mini-lesson on plot. I have a complete description of that exercise at http://jimvanpelt.livejournal.com/81034.html. You can see a fun and funny example of a seven-sentence story at http://jimvanpelt.livejournal.com/82058.html. I have a series of articles specifically about plot in my index of writing-related blog posts at http://jimvanpelt.livejournal.com/87625.html
I think that teaching plot to young adults is less about theory and more about letting them tell stories. Every student brings their own idea of what a story is, and they have different skill levels too, so the theory part is pretty brief. Writing stories is fun and encouraging; listening to how to write stories is pretty dull (unless you are highly motivated.).
Teaching story writing to young adults is like teaching them how to kiss. It's a lot more fun to practice, and they already have an idea of how to do it, than it is to sit in a classroom doing everything except kissing. When they have problems with their stories, or they wonder why their stories aren't doing anything for their audience, then they are more willing to listen to theory, especially when it is tailored especially to the story they are working on.
By the way, the kissing lesson analogy has all kinds of weaknesses to it. I was rushing *g*.
Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: "Lotta Love," Neil Young
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howardtayler
 | 12:45 pm - The DK Zombie Apocalypse Our friend and fully-compensated minion-manager Janci Patterson ran an RPG last night at Dragon's Keep. The rule-set was "World of Darkness." The setting? Dragon's Keep, July 3rd, 9:00pm, in the Utah we know... only faced with zombies. The characters? Us, as ourselves. Me, Drew (Janci's husband and business partner), Timothy and Rebecca, Tim, Jared, and Big Mike. Oh, and my 14-year-old daughter.
It turns out I'm a fairly robust RPG character. Good firearm experience, solid knowledge of the lay of the land and back routes, and healthy enough to keep up. Most of us were probably a dot or two overpowered in places and I'm sure I was no exception, but the stuff you know how to do by the time you're 40 actually does count for something in games like this.
Game play began at around 8:00pm and ran with a few breaks until about 6:00am. The Keep was full of people until 1:00am, and downtown Provo had people camping along University Avenue all night in anticipation of the parade in the morning (which, following the game, I decided I would love to miss. So I drove me and mine home before the road closed.)
In-game, in a nutshell... there was a big crash, and we realized that there were dead people coming into the store. Hasty barricades and improvised weapons kept us alive long enough to get to cars. We zombie- and traffic-clogged roads prevent us from getting to Jared's house and his firearms, so we settled for my house (and MY firearms.) Another stop for ammo and supplies (Jared's Mom's place) led to our first real combat. We all lived. From there we headed up the canyon to this place I know, a place that is pretty defensible. Except when it's being swarmed by big stitched-together conglomerations of undead.
Still, all of us except Timothy lived. Timothy died once, and then undied a second time. It was sad. We almost lost the whole group, but the zombies rolled badly during those last three rounds, and I managed to get behind them with a semi-automatic shotgun and a pair of assault pistols while their attention was focused on trying to finish off the other party members (two of whom were unconscious.) And then morning came and the dead stopped being undead. No explanation for why. Life's like that. Apparently so is un-life.
It was an intense play session. So intense, in fact, that my daughter decided to bail out and play a different RPG upstairs with Bob and Gary and friends. We gave her a happy ending early -- the life-flight pilot came to get his wife near Jared's Mom's place, and had an extra seat, so Kiki flew to safety before the real fighting started. In that game she played some buccaneer sharp-shooter, popping off the guys with the fancy hats as the ships closed with each other. Oh, and apparently she accidentally seduced her way through Port Royal. I'm going to have to talk to her about that when she wakes up...
Speaking of which, I'm not as young as I used to be. That all-nighter was draining. I suspect I'm ruined for any sort of thinky work until Monday at the earliest.
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July 3rd, 2009
sfwa [maryrobinette]
 | 11:48 pm - World creation and the source of objects
One of the things that bothers me sometimes when looking at world-building is the way people don’t think about where objects come from. What is the industry that fuels the region? Where does all that paper come from in Battlestar Galactica?
So this essay on the origins of a pencil tickles me no end, and not just because it’s written in first person. What I like about it is that it points out all the different jobs that you don’t even think about which are required to make a pencil.

Pick me up and look me over. What do you see? Not much meets the eye—there’s some wood, lacquer, the printed labeling, graphite lead, a bit of metal, and an eraser.
Just as you cannot trace your family tree back very far, so is it impossible for me to name and explain all my antecedents. But I would like to suggest enough of them to impress upon you the richness and complexity of my background.
So next time you’re doing world creation, think about where all those objects are coming from. Even if you don’t put that detail down on the page, it can add a richness to your fiction.
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raisinfish
 | 03:01 pm - Success I am now co-owner of a business that paid all our bills last month.
This thing I'm feeling? I think it's a cross between amazement and relief.
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maryrobinette
 | 08:33 pm - If you are reading this…
Then behold! I am on a new server. The real question is: Do my posts show up in RSS again, or am I still relegated to headline only.
Comments? -- Link.
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aliettedb
 | 08:48 pm - Movie review: Looking for Eric
Eric, the main character of Ken Loach’s “Looking for Eric”, is in a rut: he’s on his own for raising his two stepsons, a truant and a delinquent; he lost the love of his live twenty years ago; and, just recovered from a serious car accident, is unable to muster enough dynamism to properly do his job. His life is increasingly slipping away from him–until one night, his idol Eric Cantona appears to him and tries to get him to change…
OK, when I first saw the trailer for this, the idea seemed pretty ridiculous. I mean, how can you even think Cantona would make a decent guardian angel? Plus, the only other Ken Loach movie I saw in its entirety was Land and Freedom, set during the Spanish civil war: I was forced to sit through several viewings of it in Spanish class and was not very much amused or enthralled.
However, this one works. Loach’s always been very good at depicting the lives of working-class men, and here he paints a quiet, tender picture of the fraternity of postmen (and football fans in their spare time). It could have been a very grim movie, since it deals with lots of violence and harsh facts of life–but instead, it’s a gently absurdist fable about taking charge of one’s life. Loach doesn’t shy away from the grimness of Eric’s life, but the darkness acts as counterpart to plenty of laugh-out loud moments (the scenes between Cantona and Steve Evets, who plays Eric, are brilliant tongue-in-cheek fun). The finale was made of awesome Monty Python silliness.
I actually walked out of this one smiling, and that is no mean feat.
Cross-posted from Aliette de Bodard
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autism [melusinahp]
 | 04:04 pm - Advice for flying with an autistic five year old boy? Basically, what the subject line says.
We are travelling from London to Los Angeles -- 12 hours -- in a week. I'm starting to panic big time. Because of the recent heat and hay fever my poor son has had a hard time of it recently. He's been having a lot of tantrums. We've flown with him many times before and it's been relatively fine, but now he's bigger and louder and more adamant than he was previously.
Has anyone got any advice to help make the journey tolerable for him, us and the other passengers?
Thanks so much!
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jaylake
 | 09:15 am - [calendula|cancer] Points North, and the weekend
calendula_witch and I are heading for Points North in a few minutes. This is where I get to meet the family. I have promised not to wear my underpants on my head this time. I will be partially or fully offline through Sunday night, so further updates will be irregular at best. Writing time may also be at a premium, but as I've already met the week's goal, that should be cause for only minimal alarm.
In other news, my mom is fine. ER visit was a false alarm.
In other other news, the inside of my head is a complicated, scary place cancer-wise, with the chemo train now building up a head of steam at the platform. When I understand myself a little better, I'll talk about the emotional process, as I do. For now I'm happy to love and be loved and have a distracting, still-healthy weekend.
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