Thursday various

  • John Scalzi on finding the time to write:

    So: Do you want to write or don’t you? If your answer is “yes, but,” then here’s a small editing tip: what you’re doing is using six letters and two words to say “no.” And that’s fine. Just don’t kid yourself as to what “yes, but” means.

  • Janet Potter on the work of Stieg Laarson:

    Which is why, in the end, my problem with the Millennium trilogy is not its genre, or its plot, or its characters. It’s the fact that the bestselling books in the world are poorly written, erotic fan fiction that a man wrote about himself. [via]

  • Roger Ebert on the state of the nation:

    The time is here for responsible Americans to put up or shut up. I refer specifically to those who have credibility among the guileless and credulous citizens who have been infected with notions so carefully nurtured. We cannot afford to allow the next election to proceed under a cloud of falsehood and delusion.

  • Nancy Kress on bad movies:

    When you fall asleep at a movie and begin to snore, that constitutes a review. When no one around you goes “shhhh,” that constitutes another.

  • And finally, the CERN Choir on particle physics [via]:

Wednesday

Today wasn’t Monday, I’ll say that much for it.

I’ve pretty much finalized the contents for Kaleidotrope #10 and hope to post them soon. If I’m having trouble believing that the week is half over, and that the month is half over, just imagine how much trouble I’m having with the idea that I’ve actually done ten issues of my zine. Ten? Egad.

And I’ve got at least two or three more issues already pretty full up. The mind, it’s doing that boggling thing again.

Otherwise, not much to report. I wrote a little more tonight, and am now watching Season 4 of The Office. Oh, and my father has bronchitis. He seems to think he was sick before he went to England, so these aren’t worldly European germs or anything, and he’s on antibiotics. Hopefully he’ll be feeling better in a few days.

Wednesday various

Tuesday

No big announcements today at work. A few more details about the big move — planned for late winter or early spring — but otherwise just an average Tuesday.

I wrote some again tonight, working on a story I need to have done by November if I hope to submit it where I want to. And that rare and wonderful thing happened while I was writing: I completely lost track of time.

Admittedly, only for about twenty minutes, but still.

It’s hard to believe September’s almost half over already.