Tom on the Icon sasy: Really, you're so silly. Only humans would do so much walking; it's better to swing from branch to branch.
- Location:Budapest
- Mood:
exhausted
I should be working on revision of novel, but what do I do instead? I'm roaming around the city, visiting ruins and forts and castles.
I've seen the Eger Fort and the catacombs. This place had seen some bloody battles during the 1500s, when the Turks invaded central Europe. The genaral responsible for some victories was Dobo Istvan (Steven), and his hobby was to bake cakes. He had created several scrumptious desserts in between battles. His most famous of these is the "Dobos torta", a several-layered chocolate cake with caramel glazing on top. Oh, and an asteroid is named after this city, and it's called Eger.
Then I'd seen Buda Castle again, and Church Matthias, a beautiful Gothic Church on the hill. Under Buda Castle there are dungeons, and in one of them Vlad Dracul had been kept as a prisoner of Matthias Corvinus. Matthias had treated Vlad kindly, and finally coopted him to fight against the Turks. Yes, this is the Vlad Dracul of Transilvania that people think was a vampire. Vlad was bloodthirsty and fierce in battles, but I doubt he was a vampire.
Anyway, I'm tired after walking 30 miles a day. Is that an excuse not to write?
We'll hop over to Vienna for the weekend and I'm not taking my laptop. Or maybe I should. (Not that I did any writing thus far)
- Location:Budapest
- Mood: lazy
I'm here, but arrived with a seven and a half hour delay. We missed the connection in Paris, because the plane took off from Miami two hours later than it was supposed to. Then another 5.5 hrs wait in Paris. No more Air France flights for me. This was not the first time it happened--last time it was some strike in France.
The weather is great--23C and sunny. What's hard to get used to is the daylight thingy; it gets light here at 4:00 AM, and I always wake up because I'm used to the Florida 7:00 dawn.
Next on my agenda is some serious pastry-eating. I'm gonna lose my waistline in the process. (worry about that later)
I hadn't done any writing yet, as we're still organizing where to go, but I will have to start that soon.
- Location:Europe
- Mood:
cheerful
Now I just have to meet another deadline, plus finish hundreds of things before leaving in two days. And the travel jitter has already started this morning. No, it's not that I'm going to be in the air for eleven hours, not the takeoff and landing either. It's the process of changing planes and going through the check-in lines: stand in line, undress, dress, get irradiated, unpack, pack, that irritates the hell out of me. It's demeaning.
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:Vianne--Chocolat
I just sold "The Head of Saint Mark" to Murky Depths.
This, after the request of cutting some of the setting/alien characters. The cut came out like 600 words; and who would miss those pesky aliens?
- Location:Heatville
- Mood:
ecstatic - Music:Me singing
contemplativeI can dissect cells, fold proteins, fold laundry, stir gravy, cart children to school, mix paint and smear the canvas, scribble SF stories, but engineering? Even if I have the conceptual perception, I sorely lack in the math department. But someone, or some database, thinks I'm an engineer.
So what kind of a hat engineers wear?
Outdated? Well, the magazine is outdated on space science.
Because the article about Mars; I've read all that in science news and science daily.
Last Thursday we went roller blading and did 9 rounds around the neighbourhood. But I'm so out of shape that I wanted to get a bit more exercise, so I suggested to Ariana that we go riding, she on her bike and I on my scooter. It's a razor, one of those muscle powered, two-wheeled, standing on types. I was going fast, my hair streaming behind me, and I was fantasizing that I'm flying on my broomstick.
And a car came. I swirved aside and wiped out. Big time, and the handle bar hit me in the lower jaw. Ariana threw down her bike and ran back. I was bleeding profusely, and felt hard pieces in my mouth. But I stood up because I didn't want to frighten her more than she already was, when Marcy, a neighbor came out with her two Mastiffs, Gina and Felix. The dogs each weigh more than I do, and they promptly ran over to me, and Felix started licking the blood, from my hands, from the ground. Yuck, stupid dog.
Anyway, I've spent the past few days at the dentist/oral surgeon and at the hospital. My skull is intact; no concussion, no fracture. My jaw didn't break, but I lost a front lower tooth. Now I'm the toothless wonder of S. Florida. The oral surgeon reccommends an implant.
Hm, I wonder if I can have gold or silver. Or better yet, I want a diamond implant, sharpened to a fine point. *Shiny*
Does anyone know if inserting an implant hurts? I have this phobia of needles and scalpels. We managed to talk my husband out of coming home.
I'm practically wearing half the color wheel: indigo, plum, blue, green, yellow on my face, arms, shoulder, but the headache is gone now.
Lesson to be learned: Wear a face guard when riding scooter. Don't fantasize about riding broomstick when riding scooter. Go to the park to ride scooter. Or any combination of the above.
I already cried, now it's time to laugh.
- Mood:
cynical
http://www.newsdaily.com/stories/l146364
No kidding. I've been doing it before he gave the OK.
And please, do not use "human race"; it's incorrect. It is Human species when you refer to all of us.
- Location:Heatville
- Mood:
nerdy - Music:Boy in the Box-Corey Heart
Haunted house, and I'm all alone in it.
We drove my husband to the airport--he'll be gone for a month to Germany, Switzerland, and Spain on a business trip. We came back and
Ariana went out with friends, and already the ghosts are dancing.
No, I'm not kidding; the house is haunted, maybe not by ghosts, but by something for sure. Weird things have been happening periodically, like a cake walking from one fridge to another, music stops playing upstairs then starts up again, and heavy footsteps walking upstairs when no one is there. Things always happen when we have more birds in the courtyard than usually, and yesterday I saw 3 red birds.
I went downstairs to take a shower and passed the playroom/recroom and the TV was not on. When I came back upstairs it was on. Maybe there's a perfectly good explanation for these things but I haven't found them yet. I'm not scared, so it doesn't bother me, but at least they could say hi.
- Mood:
curious - Music:Vampire Heart-HIM
I said, "The Flea Market?" Ariana just walked away and pretended to look at something, because she couldn't help laughing.
Ahem, the Flea Market. I'm amazed how ignorant some people are about the writing/marketing process. I'm not making fun of her, because I like her and I even make a point of going there when I know she's working, but I was speechless. Literally.
So, if any of you writers get tired of the submission process, just take the ms to the Flea Market.
- Location:Heatville
- Mood: amused
- Music:Dancing Queen-Abba
No, not the TV show.
Just found out last night by query letters that two of my stories were lost in cyberspace. I submitted one 5 months ago, and the other one 3 months ago.
Cursing my internet service.
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:Boy in the Box
My story, "Citizenship" will appear in Global Warming Aftermaths, an anthology edited by
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ericreynolds http://www.hadleyrillebooks.com/
Steaming hot! I love anthologies.
- Mood: happy
- Music:Boy in the Box
clockwork_zero, and they're gorgeous. One of them is for Daughter #2, and I decided to call it "The Horse Jumps Over the Moon". Mine is a planetary piece--what else?
And there you have it; feast your eyes.
- Mood: cheerful
It took me over four hours to get the tickets for this summer. We'll leave on June 19th and return on July 17th. So I'll be in Europe during that time.
Delta Sky Miles is useless, useless, useless. I wanted to use up the 166,000 points we have accumulated, but everything I've tried to get the tickets that way was blocked by one restriction or another. In the end I used another airline. I'm cancelling that credit card. Useless liars.
- Mood: pissed off
I wasn't going to blog about this but I just can't stop thinking about it. I had an awful dream this morning, the kind that makes you afraid to fall back asleep because you might plunge back into the same dream.
I was a prisoner in some kind of Arabic prison camp, along with two other women from LJ. I don't remember who they are, only that they're both brunette and bigger than I am, but I knew them in the dream. We were held in one of these long, barrack-like buildings in the middle of nowhere. The prison cells were not locked because there was nowhere to go. For some reason we were deathly afraid, and spoke in whispers. We three decided to look around and see if we could get away. Outside was sand and a stretch of ocean that looked turquoise, crusted with copper cyanide crystals. Somehow we knew that's what it was. We decided not to swim for it. Then there were the barracks on the other side, and beyond that desert. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere came
marshall_payne and another man from LJ, and said that they had found a way out but we have to hurry. We all started running. And then again, suddenly and out of nowhere, hundreds of soldiers surrounded us. They carried guns with bayonetts. We women were herded back to the cell. I don't know what happened to the men. And I woke up.I don't know why it was so scary but it was. I've been trying to figure out what my subconscious is trying to tell me, if anything. I don't remember my dreams because years ago I psyched myself not to, but this one was so vivid.
Drama, chaos, pandemonium, at my house this weekend. One of my friends (let's call her Lisa--it's not her real name) came over yesterday, crying and incoherent. I thought something had happened to her daughter or husband, but it turns out that she found her husband in bed with another of our friend, Mary (not her real name). At first I didn't want to believe it. Lisa came home from a business trip early and that's when she found them, in her house, in her bed.
Ouch. I was stunned. While she was still here, Mary's husband came over, upset and cursing and threatening to take the kids away from Mary, although he's been cheating on her for years. I just didn't know what to do or say.
As it happens, my nephew, who is only eleven, was over, so my husband took him to the big pool at the clubhouse, saying the nephew doesn't need to hear all this. It's true, but on the other hand, he left me to deal with the mess. Lisa expects me to stop being friends with the traitor Mary, so does Mary's husband.
They finally left, Lisa to look at rentals, and Mary's husband to plot the nasty divorce. We watched a movie, then went out to dinner.
This morning Mary came over, because she wanted me to hear it from her. Too late for that. I asked her if it was true, though I knew it was. She said they're in love and she's moving in with him.
When I said, "How could you?" I think I had hurt her feelings. Mary is a better friend, or was?--than Lisa is. I'm not taking sides, but I despise what Mary had done. And I don't mean the cheating. People have extramarital affairs left and right, so I accept that as part of society. But to do it with your friend's husband? That's low, and I sympathize with Lisa. But I still can't bring myself to stop being friends with Mary. Friendship is sacred to me.
I don't know what to do.
Needless to say, I couldn't write over the weekend. Hopefully now that it's off my chest, I can get back to writing.
I just finished watching I am legend, as I had missed it in the movies. Will Smith is one of my favorite actors, so it was enjoyable even if the special effects were overdone, I mean, the drastic changes in the infected humans is impossible. So is the way the quarantine was handled.
The controversy over climate change continues, and according to this article Cosmic Rays are ruled out as a culprit.
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/200
That leaves geological changes, solar activity, and manmade greenhouse gases.
Happy Easter to Everyone
Enjoy the Spring and smell the flowers.
I've just bought four pots of Hyacints and took a pot upstairs to my office. Oh, they smell heavenly. Too bad they last for such a short time.
My favorite flowers are the ones that aren't picked. Lilac, Hyacint, Lily of the Valley, the ones that smell good. I don't use cut flowers that go in vases, as I think flowers are much more comfortable in soil. They live longer too.
OK, back to revisions.
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