Sunday

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I was planning on giving blood this morning, before my afternoon writing group. I was just a little worried I might oversleep a little.

The dog made sure I didn’t do that.

At least I managed to give blood. There was a sizable crowd, too, at the blood drive, which is nice to see when it happens.

This afternoon, after the writing, we went to see Guardians of the Galaxy, which I thought was a lot of fun. And I got to tell myself the popcorn I bought was just to help replenish me after my earlier blood donation. That and the cookie earlier. I do what I can.

Anyway, it wasn’t all barking dogs, big needles, and talking raccoons. I also wrote this as part of our free-writing:

“Don’t tell the demon,” the blonde-haired super-heroine said. Her short red cape flapped menacingly in the wind.

“I’ll tell the demon anything I want, my dear,” said Professor von Evel. He leveled his home-built death ray at her aggravatingly perky head. “You’re hardly in a position to be making demands.”

“I’m just trying to save us both some grief.” Even floating a hundred stories above the city streets, Kalindra, the last daughter of Mars, was nothing if not cheerful. “He’s going to double-cross you, you know. If you’d been a little less focused on trying to rule the world, you’d have seen that what the demon wants is to destroy it.”

“That’s a lot of talk for a girl without a death ray,” von Evel sneered.

“Fine.” Kalindra sighed, swooping down to land on the rooftop. She seemed unfazed by the mad professor’s gun. “Give him a call. Tell him the museum heist went great, you’ve found the last component, and the machine’s almost ready.” She sat down on the edge of the roof, tucking the end of the cape beneath her, and looked down at the street with a stifled yawn. “You’ve still got him on speed-dial, haven’t you?”

Von Evel stared. “The demon’s powers are nothing to be trifled with, my dear,” he said. “The Beast will honor our bargain.”

“Sure, sure,” Kalindra said, examining her nails. “Real stand-up guy…the Beast of the Unspeakable Depths. You go right ahead and tell him anything you want. I mean, it’s just one of the ancient demon guild’s gemstones, right?”

“It’s — “ von Evel said. He could feel the weight of the unholy sapphire where he’d stashed it in his pocket. “Well yes, but — “

“Remind me, what’s that thing called again? You know, in the ancient texts?”

Von Evel lowered his death ray. “Betrayal’s Reward,” he said.

“Right,” Kalindra said. She stood up, taking the death ray and crushing it to dust it her fist. She clapped a comforting hand on the would-be super-villain’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, guy. You’re not the first evil genius the demon’s taken advantage of.

“Wanna get some coffee?”

And that — plus, admittedly, a short nap after lunch — has been my Sunday.

Saturday

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Today did not go exactly as I planned.

Admittedly, it wasn’t much of a plan, and the one thing I had actually scheduled to do — taking my car in for its yearly inspection — that much I did. But I thought I’d spend the rest of the day writing, or at least guilt-tripping myself into trying to write, while instead I spent almost all of the afternoon trying to get the house wireless router to work.

Trying and failing, I should say. Ultimately, my father and I went and bought a new one. (Well, he bought it. I offered, as I’m really the one who makes use of it and because…well, without an internet connection, do I even exist?) The new one seems to be working, which is already a step up over the old failed router.

And I actually did manage to do a little writing. I dusted off a story that had been a rejected a couple of months ago, made a few revisions, and sent it out, maybe to be rejected again, fingers crossed.

Then I watched Mama, which has a lot going for it. And weirdly, the fact that it’s not always scary isn’t exactly a bad thing. I don’t know that all the good things about it add up to a good movie, necessarily, but it definitely has its moments.

This day has, too, despite the rain and the aggravation of so many hours lost to broken technology. There’s rain in the forecast again for tomorrow, but hopefully that’s it.

Won’t you let me take you on a sea cruise

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I went to work for a couple of hours today, then we all went on a harbor cruise around the Hudson and East Rivers. It was our annual company outing. And while it was a little muggy out on deck, I think everyone generally agreed this was quite nice. Lunch was good, and although the weather was a little more humid than it’s been lately, the view really was quite something.

We returned to the pier around 2 PM, after which I headed back to the office to pick up my laptop, so that I’ll be able to work from home on Monday. (I thought about taking it with me on the boat, but that seemed a little much, especially with the three long avenues I had to walk* from the subway to get there.)

My plans for the weekend include getting my car inspected and writing. That’s it, really.

* To you non-New Yorkers, this is not sarcasm. The avenues are long. Those three blocks alone are three quarters of a mile.

Random 10 8-1-14

Last week. This week:

  1. “36-24-36” by Violent Femmes
    Do a world of good for my mental health
  2. “Changes” by David Bowie, guessed by Betty
    I’m much too fast to take that test
  3. “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, guessed by Occupant
    Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
  4. “Harper Lee” by Little Green Cars
    There’s a gun in the attic, let me go grab it
  5. “Shell Games” by Bright Eyes
    If I could change my mind, change the paradigm
  6. “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” by Warren Zevon (orig. Bob Dylan), guessed by Betty
    I can’t shoot them anymore
  7. “Lord Only Knows” by Beck, guessed by Clayton
    Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
  8. “Heroes” by Peter Gabriel (orig. David Bowie), guessed by Occupant
    We can beat them, just for one day
  9. “The Letter” by the Box Tops, guessed by Occupant
    Listen, mister, can’t you see I got to get back
  10. “Black Dog” by Led Zeppelin, guessed by Betty and Occupant
    Got a flaming heart, can’t get my fill

Good luck!

Writin’

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I had this idea that I would make a mad dash of writing over this week to finish a story for this Friday’s submission deadline to the First Line. Unfortunately, the idea for the story really only started to coalesce late Monday night, just before I went to bed.

I’ve had some momentum since then, but the word count has still be slow to increase. I spent all of last night working on it, then woke up at five this morning and continued, but these evening all my best laid plans kind of fell apart. Struggling to wring another few thousand words (and most of the plot) from a story I wasn’t really loving just didn’t seem like the best use of my effort. I likely wasn’t going to finish the story by August 1, and even less likely to finish it well, and I sort of used that as an excuse to veg out tonight instead. (The whole being-up-since-five-o’clock thing helped with that, too.)

I think there’s still some stuff to salvage in the story. There’s a character I like, some nice turns of phrase, the kernel of an interesting idea. But I think it also needs to be something completely different than what it was turning into. I also think that’s not just me giving up because the other thing was too hard.

I have noticed, though — and it’s amazing how often this needs to get repeated — that if you just show up and write, eventually something is going to jostle free. (Actually, I think how I phrased it on Twitter was “You know, you bash your head against a wall often enough, something’s gonna pop out.”)