Hello, my angels. (You…

Hello, my angels. (You know, I'm getting quite fond of you, my imaginary readers. I've exchanged e-mail with some of you (who have all been unfailingly nice/interesting) and I have this mental image of you all now. Quite a conglomerate. :-) So I've figured out a way around this keyboard/ connection problem. I will type to you in the early morning, before the rest of the hospital starts using the net and the connection slows down to a pitiful rate. (This may be slightly harder on days when we have patients first thing in the morning. We'll see). The keyboard at home seems sometimes better, sometimes worse. Think good thoughts at it. (I remember fondly from the Wizard In Spite of Himself series by Stasheff that he had a saint of mechanical devices (can't remember which one or his history right now, but it was funny. Something to do with TV reception for the Pope...).

The weather is beautiful. This thought is worth repeating. The weather is beautiful beautiful beautiful. It is amazing how much this impacts on the human soul -- here in my office the doctors are smiling and not as frantic, the secretaries look longingly at the door leading outside, the patients are more patient...it makes me wonder what it must be like to live in a climate like this all the time (to be specific, it's something like light sweater weather now, and will probably be long-sleeve or short-sleeve weather by lunchtime. I love my jeans, I do, but there's something so joyous in being able to wear a short skirt and t-shirt to work. (I suppose guys get approximately the same feeling from shorts, but it's not quite the same, believe me.)

Daily new crocuses push their way through the moist soil, and
A fall of ivory petals sheathes the swooping vine-like
Feathered branches of the old tree along the walk. Song
Fills my throat and aches to burst free; villanelles and
Odes dance in my brain, whispering, chanting spring.
Do you feel it, my dears? Do you feel the blood racing
Its sudden course? If you do, you will find a sweet body and
Lay yourselves down in the grass amid crushed daffodils,
Singing silently with every inch of sun-touched skin.

Have you thought how dull it would be, to live on a planet of perfect climate? While I could do without the worst of winter's dreariness, the dance of rain and sun and thunder and wind is so essential -- without it a chapter of poetry would disappear, vanish into sameness. IDIC -- all you Star Trek fans will recognize it -- what a perfect symbol (I wrote symblom and stared at it a long time before I realized I was merging symbol and emblem) for Vulcans and the Federation in general (did you all realize I was a Star Trek fan? I swear, I was in love with Spock for several months (still am, in a way -- it's embarrassing to admit to being in love with a fictional character -- on the other hand, I'm a bit in love with all my characters, even people like the unnamed narrator in my "Radhika and Matthew", who exist for little more than a page...)

I hope you don't mind this rambling of mine -- it's an apology in part for all those days of silence or scantiness. I'm finishing up my novella for Puritan right now -- having a desperate time trying to cram a ten thousand word story (condensed and butchered from a many many thousand word novel) into 8500 words, as requested by the editor. Arghhhh! (On the other hand, you know as well as I that I love this work, I do, even the butchering and the blank panic of staring at an empty screen and sometimes I count myself so fortunate, so blessed to have figured out what it is I love so early and life and have the luxury to be able to do it (not that I don't think that a lot more people couldn't do what they should be doing if they were a little braver (or foolhardy??), but some just can't and that's a terrible thing. There's a goal for a civilized world, if you like -- a place where everyone has the freedom to do the work they love -- and the guidance to find that work -- and the help with their other responsibilities (family, esp.) that they need. Is that so far out of our reach?)).

Missed dance class last night because my eye appt (getting contacts) ran longer than expected (2 hrs!). Very sad. I also seem to have mislaid my keys somewhere, so I had to impose on my poor upstairs neighbor to use her phone and drag Kevin home from the office to let me in. Watched a little too much television last night (I swear, when I go to grad school, I'm tempted to not have a tv at all), but otherwise everything is very well with me and I hope with all of you.

Off to do some office work and then I have piles of e-mail to answer...



Driving me batty. Short entry. Got into New College of CA Poetics Program. Personal info/recommendations appreciated. Still waiting on others.

Almost 15 minutes to write above. More tomorrow, hopefully.

Hey everyone. Sorry for…

Hey everyone. Sorry for the brief hiatus -- yesterday was crazy at the office and dance class and today isn't going to be much better. All's well here, though I'm going a little nuts waiting to hear from all the other grad schools. Interesting development -- Penthouse is going to run a story or two of mine from these pages in one of their columns. No pay, but possibly a foot in a well-paying door.

In partial payment, I offer to you my entry for my workshop's mini-Bulwer- Lytton contest. (For those unfamiliar, the contest is for the worst grammatically-correct prose...great fun. :-) Hope you're amused.

"His muscled thews clasped her heaving chain-mailed bosom to him, while with one mighty hand he wielded the famed sword, Dracoslayerdi, which in the High Elven means He Who Slays Seven Dragons Single-Handed, which was appropriate because the hero Viriligorani, which in the High Elven means He Who Clasps Chain-Mailed Virgins With Mighty Thews, was in fact one-handed due to a terrible choice he'd had to make in the slave mines five aeons previously, which would have otherwise resulted in the loss of his Big Richard, which in the High Elven means That Which Impregnates Thirty Chain-Mailed Virgins At a Single Spurt, to slay the seven-headed dragon above their heaving bodies."

Quick note — I…

Quick note -- I apparently set up the telnet wrong Friday -- should be fixed now, so go back and try it. Hope I got it right. Would write more, but my 'u' key isn't working, so I have to paste it in every time, which is driving me nuts. 'm' and 'o' are also being erratic. Otherwise the keyboard seems to have recovered, but if I'm not careful, all the sentences look like this:

Had a good day yesterday helping Abby shelve boks at her bookstore p in the sbrbs. Had dinner at Appleby's (somemwhat ooverpriced American, bt not bad), and cae he and made frit tarts for dessert. Pleasant day. No foolk sing Friday becase of the hliday. Hope everyone's having a pleasant Easter...

6:00 - Wrote a new poem. Finished the Kingsolver essays inspired. Now listening to Yanni and rereading an old favorite, Robin McKinley's The Blue Sword.

Brian just asked me…

Brian just asked me about Holomuck, so I thought I'd provide a link to it for you (hope I did it right). It's an interactive space, with a fun theme and built in large part by me. :-) If you visit, please stop by the nightclub -- free drinks on me and the strip show is quite tasteful. You might also enjoy the Narnian quest I just finished...or you could just go shopping at the bazaar on Deva; I have a weapons shop there. If you happen to be on at the same time as me, I go by Kateri there.

Other than that, great dance class, as usual, pleasant weather, gotten a little colder and a lot wetter today and the weekend is supposedly going to be horrible. If it's not too bad tonight, I'll go up to the First Friday folk sing...otherwise, it's curl up with a good book, hot chocolate and a fire for the weekend, I think. Am currently muchly enjoying a selection of essays by Barbara Kingsolver, one of the better contemporary mainstream writers around - her Pigs in Heaven is really good. A selection from the first essay in High Tide in Tucson:

"In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.

"It's not such a wide gulf to cross, then, from survival to poetry. We hold fast to the old passions of endurance that buckle and crack beneath us, dovetailed, tight as a good wooden boat to carry us onward. And onward full tilt we go, pitched and wrecked and absurdly resolute, driven in spite of everything to make good on a new shore. To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another--that is surely the basic instinct. Baser even than hate, the thing with teeth, which can be stilled with a tone of voice or stunned by beauty. If the whole world of the living has to turn on the single point of remaining alive, that pointed endurance is the poetry of hope. The thing with feathers."

It's better in context, of course. Have a great weekend, everyone!

Busy busy day at the…

Busy busy day at the office. Just a quick note to say hi! Been spending what free time I have today working on finishing up a quest I'm building on Holomuck -- come play! :-) All's well -- will type more tomorrow. Oh, added some more links. Whomever sent me that gnostic church link -- it was interesting. Meant to mention it here, but system went down, and I lost it.

Afternoon, everyone….

Afternoon, everyone. Just added a new section of quotes -- writers on writing. Some funny stuff. :-) Feel free to send me any others you might have.

Let's see...not much new to report. I'm definitely doing another novella for Puritan (and cannibalizing my poor novel-in-hiatus to do it quickly). About 1/2 done already, though I doubt the rest will go nearly as fast. Which is fine, since it's not due till June. :-)

Turns out that 'stairs' is the correct answer for the riddle. So here's another -- "What's too much for one, enough for two, but not enough for three?" Love and marriage were not the correct answers (though I doubt it's because the game designers were progressive or poly. :-)

Btw, I regularly get requests from people to look at their sites and provide links back to them. I mostly turn those down, but the funny/ interesting ones I do put in links too (spread the wealth :-). So if any of you regular readers want to suggest a home page (or favorite link), please feel free to do so. Don't be too distressed if I don't add it, though -- despite the recent proliferation of new links on my home page, I do *try* to keep it fairly clean and focused. As it gets more crowded, I'll probably start moving things like the miscellaneous stuff to separate pages, at least.

Am now rereading a de Lint novel, Yarrow, partly because I love his writing, and partly in the hopes that it will inspire me. He's one of those writers I'd really like to be able to write like (along with LeGuin, McKillip, Butler...). Hope it helps. This one is a delightful story about a writer, pleasingly self-referential.

Looking back, I realize that I've posted far fewer recipes than I used to. That's because I've been awfully busy lately, and subsisting on muffins, juice, hot dogs and ramen. (Dave made me spaghetti last night, a welcome change. :-) I'll start eating real food again soon, promise. I did buy some yummy mango slices and frozen vanilla/ raspberry yoghurt, which go deliciously together.

Hiya! Great dance class…

Hiya! Great dance class last night -- Sara (normal teacher) was out, and the sub was this cute black guy who could really move his hips (I wish my hips did that...:-). A little more funky than I know how to be, but lots of fun to attempt (I'm sure we looked appallingly silly :-).

I just realized I have to pay taxes soon (again!). Ick. I hope estimated quarterly aren't hard. On the good side, talked to my editor at Puritan today, and he definitely wants me to do another novella for them. I promised him a South Asian fantasy-type thing, possibly opening with a slave auction. Shouldn't be hard to write once I come up with a plot -- but I'm not sure where to get said plot. We'll see...

Oh, thanks for the input on the riddle -- so far I've had 'temperature', 'staircase' and 'moods' suggested to me. I'll try them out as soon as the darn keyboard starts working again (Kevin swears it's getting better). I have big hopes for staircase.

Reread Pratchett's Eric last night and am currently rereading his Soul Music. It pains my heart that we are deprived of so many of his books here in the U.S. Unfair. Totally unfair. And stupid on the part of whichever publishers are holding 'em up... If you haven't read any Pratchett (poor soul), here's a sample to whet your appetite:

"What is this thing, anyway?" said the Dean, inspecting the implement in his hands.
"It's called a shovel," said the Senior Wrangler. "I've seen the gardeners use them. You stick the sharp end in the ground. Then it gets a bit technical." - (Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man)

Trust me, it's even funnier in context.

Oh, reorganized my home page yet again (and added some links). Now awards are on a separate page.

2:30 -- There's a cute writers on writing thread in misc.writing. Here's my favorite quote so far:

Flannery O'Connor: "Everywhere I go, I'm asked if the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them."

Hey, everyone. Sorry for…

Hey, everyone. Sorry for the missed entry Friday -- crazy day at work with end of the month fiscal stuff. So I did a final count on the March diary - 1992 entries for March, averaging approximately 65/day. Not bad. Hope you all feel like you're getting your money's (well, time's) worth.

Okay, to recap the last 3 days: Friday was John's (another mathematician friend) birthday, and we had a party for him at my place. Cake, balloons, lots of food (too much, actually -- we've been eating leftovers all weekend), the whole bit. Much fun.

Saturday and Sunday were generally lazy days -- cleaning the apartment, laundry, etc -- general weekend things. Reread The Secret Garden, a children's book - made me want to garden! Played hours and hours of Might and Magic. Hey, maybe I'll post the puzzles on here and ask you guys for help. Some of the riddles are driving me crazy. What goes up and down but never moves? (not the sun) Several along those lines. Kevin spilled pickle juice on the keyboard, and then when he tried to clean it out, it stopped working (we're hoping it's just drying out still). Had to borrow Dave's keyboard. Very sad. Think good thoughts at my keyboard.

While you're thinking good thoughts, send some prayers Martha's way. I don't know if you remember her -- she's a coworker of mine? Her daughter died about a month ago? Well, her son died in a fire this weekend. If I weren't so stunned, I think I'd be really angry. Most of us are just bewildered, and if I believed in God, I'd be doing some serious questioning right now. This isn't even close to fair. She's a Catholic, I think. I hope her faith is of some comfort to her.

I really wish that last paragraph had been an April fool.

1:15 - Added a new writing link and a bunch of awards to my home page.

Hey everyone. It’s…

Hey everyone. It's David's birthday today - if you know him (unlikely :-) say 'Happy Birthday!' Today is also a red-letter-day because I wrote a story today (which I haven't done in a while). I even submitted it to Black October Magazine...it's a mild horror piece, a vampire story that I'll also be sending to Cecelia Tan at Circlet Press (she inspired it with her guidelines for Cherished Blood (erotic vampire stories...). Now I'm thinking about what I could do for her Sex Crimes anthology.

Other than that, the weather is hideous (snow and hail), California is sounding very good right now, and I'm feeling somewhat sick again. Don't know if this is the medication or just a virus, but I'm getting really tired of being sick. Weather is horrible enough that I think I'm going to skip dance class and just go rest tonight.

I want spring.

Y'know, I can't put the new story up here, or I lose the ability to sell First North American Serial Rights -- however, I could put up a paragraph or two if any of you are interested in seeing what my sf/f/h writing is like. Drop me a note if so. I don't want to frustrate anyone...