Starving Artist, Week SWEET SPAGHETTI MONSTER, IT'S HOT
The Scholes Clones Are Upon Us!
A thousand congrats. I'm very happy for them and their new transformed understanding of all things. Seriously.
(A quick PSA: There's this weird thing that some people do--oddly enough, the people who did it the most to me didn't have kids--when your child is first born. They love to tell you how you'll never get enough sleep, time to write, never have sex again, turn into slime molds... if you're tempted, please, for the sake of me at least, RESIST. It's meant in jest, but it drove me crazy, and I had to look really hard to find a place to bury bodies in Seattle.)
(Ahem.)
This week I FINISHED the story I was rewriting for Analog. Considering I've been sitting on Stan's note for three years, I'm very happy with myself. It's 16k, which even for me is long. (My standard length when I don't watch myself is usually 12k). Also, I wrote a story that is exactly 3930 words, because I was bound and determined to stay under 4k. This is the new, trimmer Spencer. My goal for my once-a-month stories for the rest of the year is under 4k. Can I do it? Can I shut up? Can I? Huh?
Work on the Vietnam-War-Meets-Paradise-Lost novel has officially stalled, though. The Frenchman is having a field day. "Ze boulders of life has damned ze noveleest's wellspring of sweet mocha-flavored wine zat once fed ze createeeveety and all he can get from ze wellspring ees peepee. Oh life. Oh peepee."
I had a blast--both metaphorically and a blast of heat--celebrating my 29th (holy crap) birthday with![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
kehrli ,criada ,csinman, Rebecca The Owl, KikiBebot, and a bunch of former graduate students yesterday. We barbequed. For once in my life I let the briquets actually turn gray before I tried to cook on them. Keffy, Lisa and co. gave me Cherry Coke Zero and Peanut MnMs, which pretty much makes them the most thoughtful friends ever.
It's really, really, really hot in the Northwest. One of the few air-conditioned places in Bellingham is Starbucks. I plan to live there tomorrow.
maryrobinette 's beautiful pic of the Scholes babies, in case you haven't seen:
She can really work those baby photos.
A thousand congrats. I'm very happy for them and their new transformed understanding of all things. Seriously.
(A quick PSA: There's this weird thing that some people do--oddly enough, the people who did it the most to me didn't have kids--when your child is first born. They love to tell you how you'll never get enough sleep, time to write, never have sex again, turn into slime molds... if you're tempted, please, for the sake of me at least, RESIST. It's meant in jest, but it drove me crazy, and I had to look really hard to find a place to bury bodies in Seattle.)
(Ahem.)
This week I FINISHED the story I was rewriting for Analog. Considering I've been sitting on Stan's note for three years, I'm very happy with myself. It's 16k, which even for me is long. (My standard length when I don't watch myself is usually 12k). Also, I wrote a story that is exactly 3930 words, because I was bound and determined to stay under 4k. This is the new, trimmer Spencer. My goal for my once-a-month stories for the rest of the year is under 4k. Can I do it? Can I shut up? Can I? Huh?
Work on the Vietnam-War-Meets-Paradise-Lost novel has officially stalled, though. The Frenchman is having a field day. "Ze boulders of life has damned ze noveleest's wellspring of sweet mocha-flavored wine zat once fed ze createeeveety and all he can get from ze wellspring ees peepee. Oh life. Oh peepee."
I had a blast--both metaphorically and a blast of heat--celebrating my 29th (holy crap) birthday with
kehrli ,criada ,csinman, Rebecca The Owl, KikiBebot, and a bunch of former graduate students yesterday. We barbequed. For once in my life I let the briquets actually turn gray before I tried to cook on them. Keffy, Lisa and co. gave me Cherry Coke Zero and Peanut MnMs, which pretty much makes them the most thoughtful friends ever.It's really, really, really hot in the Northwest. One of the few air-conditioned places in Bellingham is Starbucks. I plan to live there tomorrow.
maryrobinette 's beautiful pic of the Scholes babies, in case you haven't seen:She can really work those baby photos.
posted by Spencer Ellsworth at 8:36 AM
1 Comments:
It's like when people say to pregnant women, "You're HUGE!" Right. Because that will make them feel GREAT. I think people just don't know what to say, so they say the first thing that comes to mind, which is usually one of those socially acceptable yet incredibly obnoxious remarks.
Also, are you at Starbucks? If so, email right now. Maybe I will join you. Because it's HOT. But then I'll need a ride home because there's no way I'm walking back in this heat.
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