I am so far behind it's not even funny anymore. I have a few journals in the works, but none are ready, so I'll just have to write one from scratch, with the understanding that I will come back and post something more appropriate later. I'm sure there's sound logic in there somewhere, but I was reading the arguments of the anti-feminism crowd on
's journal and right now my head is spinning from all the low flying
In a nutshell, one journal that I'm still working on is about my recent boondoggle to the Middle East. With all that's going on in Gaza right now, I decided that it might not be appropriate, so I will shelve that until things calm down. I did want to thank my host though, and say that the IDF t-shirt was a big hit ("My job is so secret, I don't even know what I'm doing!
") here in Ottawa. Needless to say, the trip was an inspirational one, and one I hope all of you will make some day. I am going to make a specific folder for my uploads for that one, as soon as time permits.
The second journal would have been about mine and Dan's yearly pilgrimage to
, er, that is Canadian Tire Motorsports Park for the annual
, er, wait, no, that's the (annual?) TUDOR Grand Prix race, which we unfortunately missed due to a twenty-three-year-old fuel pump diaphragm ripping, pumping its last drop of gasoline, and causing me to get all greasy in the parking lot of the Whitby Canadian Tire as I tried to figure out where the problem is. As far as I can tell, the float in the carburetor stuck, causing excessive back-pressure and pushing said pump over the edge. A flatbed ride home (that cost over a third of what we originally paid for Kermit!) later and it turns out that Bell doesn't carry the Fox Sports One network on which the race was re-broadcast. Needless to say, it was a disappointing weekend, but I did get lots of pics on Friday and Saturday so keep an eye out for those, coming soon.
I have a few other journals in the works, notably one about Ileana (who many of you will know as the fabulous artist who drew Tanita and Tanus for the cover artwork), and another about an awesome indie author I discovered here on
The Destroyer : 11.
Summer was a burning blade rippling through the streets of Manhattan. It made ovens out of the tenements in Harlem and mocked the struggling window units that dotted their brick facades. Perspiration coated the nameless faces that passed beneath the open mesh of Mallorie Ortiz’s fire escape. She sat, leaning forward against its bars, her hair hanging loose in a tumbling cascade, her tan, sandaled feet dangling high above the broiling pavement. Traffic was grid-locked and noisy at that hour; the poisonous smell of diesel exhaust just typical city incense.
“Eat something.” Her mother hurried past the living room window, fixing a final bobby pin to a neatly restrained bun of black hair, her feet twisting into a pair of sensible shoes. Stopping at the mirror, she applied dark lipstick and tossed the tube in the pocket of her apron. “Mallorie!” she shouted, glancing out the window while she clipped on a small teardrop earring. “You’ll be late.
, it'll be worth it!). I also have two or three short stories to post once I get done editing them, one of them a true story en français,
for my francophone friends.
"I like to write short stories more because I never met a writer who wasn't lazy.
" -Stephen King
The launch of "The Centaur
" was pretty good, considering there was no giveaway this time, and the giveaway of "The Kentauride
" may have encouraged a few to buy the sequel. Financially, it is still a losing proposition, but the thirty or so copies sold in the first month are encouraging; and, we got our first review, so things are definitely moving forward. The weekend at Mosport, where Dan usually pokes massive holes in my storyline (four hour drive each way) was productive and I'm psyched about book three, which we agreed should just be called "The Dragon.
" Those of you who have read "The Centaur
" will know who that is in reference to
I also wanted to thank all those of you who have encouraged and supported me in this project, I couldn't have done it without you, and I hope I got everyone in the acknowledgements.
So with that, I will end this journal until I get around to posting something more relevant. Let's be careful out there.