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A window on my thoughts, musings, and updates.Monday, March 19, 2007
Memory Lane
I was searching for something else on the web, and lo and behold, I ran across an old interview I did with Whoosh! back in the day.
All the story links are defunct now. You can find the Xena stories via my author page at the Royal Academy of Bards, but if you ever wanted to just read an interview and find out some of the stuff that (still) goes on in my head about this madness called writing, check out my Whoosh! interview.
All the story links are defunct now. You can find the Xena stories via my author page at the Royal Academy of Bards, but if you ever wanted to just read an interview and find out some of the stuff that (still) goes on in my head about this madness called writing, check out my Whoosh! interview.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Lazy Saturday
Beach time is here in Florida. I spent my morning lounging out on a quiet Cocoa Beach, about an hour from my home. A few pictures are here.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
OLL manip
Just a short update to my manips collection. A cast photo from the play "Our Leading Lady" (in which Kate Mulgrew is starring in New York) circulated and I made a small alteration to share with J/7 fans.
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Saturday, March 10, 2007
My own space
No. This is not about MySpace. Though I do have one. What this is about is "my space", having a personal space. To sit. To read. To write quietly.
Where I don't have to pick all my stuff up and pack it away because I'm done and I have to let the dining room table return to "dining ready" status. Or the corner desk at work where I have to remember to put everything back where I found it when I get up from lunch break. Or the corner table at a book store or library where I have in my writing bag some of what I need (but am missing something nevertheless) to write because there is no clear place anywhere else.
I have returned to the land of the "desked". Those who have a permanent place to have their things. I have a small bookshelf, a flat clear desk, a monitor and space to hold handwritten pages (over 30 of them) that I have composed since losing my laptop monitor some four months ago.
You never really get why having a desk is so important, until its gone.
See, in addition to my laptop monitor cracking four months ago, my house has been undergoing renovations. The major thing to lose its place in the shuffle was my desk. I carried the bills to pay around in my bag. I carried my writings around in another bag. I caught computer time here and there, but it was never enough to catch up on the backlog.
But now I have back my own space. My own chair. My own ass in it, not a pile of someone else's books, papers or detritus.
I'm raising a glass of wine and toasting my success. Now to get to work getting all the last four months of backlog into the computer and out to the world.
Where I don't have to pick all my stuff up and pack it away because I'm done and I have to let the dining room table return to "dining ready" status. Or the corner desk at work where I have to remember to put everything back where I found it when I get up from lunch break. Or the corner table at a book store or library where I have in my writing bag some of what I need (but am missing something nevertheless) to write because there is no clear place anywhere else.
I have returned to the land of the "desked". Those who have a permanent place to have their things. I have a small bookshelf, a flat clear desk, a monitor and space to hold handwritten pages (over 30 of them) that I have composed since losing my laptop monitor some four months ago.
You never really get why having a desk is so important, until its gone.
See, in addition to my laptop monitor cracking four months ago, my house has been undergoing renovations. The major thing to lose its place in the shuffle was my desk. I carried the bills to pay around in my bag. I carried my writings around in another bag. I caught computer time here and there, but it was never enough to catch up on the backlog.
But now I have back my own space. My own chair. My own ass in it, not a pile of someone else's books, papers or detritus.
I'm raising a glass of wine and toasting my success. Now to get to work getting all the last four months of backlog into the computer and out to the world.
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