I am pretty tired now that the end of my work week is approaching. I want reform in Albany that will allow Upstate New York to stop dying on the vine. I wish my son was still alive. I hate hot weather. I love my family, my friends, my workplace, and Star Wars. I miss the feeling that another Star Wars movie was in the offing. I fear direct confrontations. I hearMaya and Miguel on PBS Kids. I wonder what the setting will be for Guy Gavriel Kay's next novel. I regret nearly every minute spent not writing, and waiting until my current age to start developing handy skills. I am not nearly as skilled with hand tools as I wish to be. (But that's changing.) I dance only when alone, although I'd love to learn Irish step-dancing and how to do a real, good waltz. I sing constantly when I'm alone -- mostly showtunes. I cry havoc, just before I let slip the dogs of war. I am not always as thorough as I should be with certain tasks. I make with my hands pretty good macaroni and cheese, pastitsio, fried chicken, and hushpuppies. I write the songs that make the whole world sing....(Well, OK. I write the things I feel like writing. No more, no less.) I confuse "rein" with "reign", which makes for some hilariously parsing sentences in my book wherein the main mode of transportation is the horse. I need to lose a bit of weight. The overalls have been snugger than usual lately. Luckily, it's the right time of year for it. I should write more. I start laughing, and then I often can't stop. I finishThe Promised King this year. No more excuses. I tag no one. Freebie here, folks.
"Make your country...into a land that understands more than only war and
righteous piety. Allow space in your lives for more than battle chants to
inspire soldiers. Teach your people to...understand a garden, the reason for a
fountain, music."
-The Lions of Al-Rassan, Guy Gavriel Kay
We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just
to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we
spring.
-Cosmos, Carl Sagan.
"...[T]he people who really count are those who discover new ways of making our lives beautiful."
-Delius as I Knew Him, Eric Fenby
"Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any creative art. The water is free. So drink.
Drink and be filled up."
-On Writing, Stephen King
"We will never be an advanced civilization as long as rain showers can delay the launching
of a space rocket."
