Scratching for Things to Say
I've been pretty much taking it easy the last couple of days, so there's not a lot to report. Work has been pretty mellow, as I plug away at my projects.
Last night I started reading Tim Powers' novel Last Call, which is a dark modern fantasy novel involving black magic surrounding Ben "Bugsy" Siegel, and a one-eyed poker-playing protagonist who apparently sold his soul in a card game twenty years earlier. Powers is a very good basic writer, as far as stringing sentences together, and somehow crafts an illusion that a lot more is going on than you might think given a brief plot synopsis. I'm probably going to have to read more of his stuff.
I also returned to writing this short story I've been working on (or, rather, not working on) for months. It's actually reaching some sort of conclusion - apparently the one I planned on, in fact. So maybe it will be done soon and I can move on to something else.
Tonight I caught up on my Batman/Superman watching, and packaged a bunch of comics I sold to send out later this week.
I'm also trying to get my cats to eat their heartworm prevention pills, and thought giving it to them with some cooked hamburger would do the job, but so far, no luck. Putting it in their food can work, but then I don't know whether they each ate a pill, or if Jefferson (the piggy one) ate both of them. Sigh.
So, guys, there you go; immortality (as long as it lasts) in the form of a mention in my on-line journal. Thanks for letting me know!
And beyond being involved in an old (undying) debate starting up again on DIARY-L, I've also been corresponding with some other journalists, mainly Dorothy, and Trish Homis. It's nice to have correspondents, although there's always the annoying danger that I'll suddenly get busy and bogged down in something, and be unable to respond for a while.
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