writerly ways

I decided to tackle a slightly charged topic this time because it's been eating at me.

( race and the author )

On a lighter note here's something from Writers' Digest (includes at least one agent search engine) top 10 productive time wasters for writers

I didn't write much and literally nothing for my help_japan claims(I'm so sorry) but I did get some done for my space pirates.


yearly word count -

22840 / 125000 words. 18% done!

Happy Beltane

I've spent it having a minor nervous break down and full on panic attack/weeping fit. No dancing around a May Pole for me or even enjoying what that pole is representative off.

I'm trying to find a flight to Victoria. This is going to cost me my first born child or you know, something more valuable. The flight price has tripled since I put in for money. It's about 1000$ now, taking the overall price of this trip to about 3 grand.

I'm not sure I should do this. Yes, my school is front nearly 1000$ for me to go. I don't have the rest. I don't even have close to the rest. Mom wants to pay for it for a number of reasons, mainly because she is SO depressed John and I are so sick that she wants us to have something fun in our lives and that she doesn't think we'll be able to DO these things once her and dad pass because we'll be too infirm (which is very very possible) and that she thinks I have an unhappy life sitting in my little apt with nothing going on but work. She's only partially right there.

I don't know if I should accept the gift or not. On top of all that, this flight can be up to THIRTY hours long. You read right. Apparently You can not get to Vancouever Island from here. Obviously a lot of those hours are lay overs. Even a direct flight will naturally be several hours long. She's looking into me going to Seattle and going from there using one of her free flights but because it's a holiday weekend that is unlikely to happen. I know once I get to Victoria I'll have fun (well as much as you can all by yourself) but this is becoming such a burden. Input on this is welcome


I talked to my brother today. I'm so worried about him and his health (and his wife's) and he's so worried about mine. This is something I thought we'd do when we were in our 70's not our 40's.

Went out today into the garden. Noticed the soffit & fascia has been ripped off over my bedroom. Next up, my bedroom becoming a swimming pool.... landlord DID come down fast to see that.

( day 189, the steps up to the shaky shack )

wow

Osama Bin Laden is dead.

I can't think of anything to add to that