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They are repaving the road in front of my house. The dogs are not happy with the noise. But oddly, I got six hours of solid sleep in spite of the noise. Maybe because of the noise. Other than that annoying beeping when trucks back up, it’s all been a steady hum and/or roar, and I like noise when I’m sleeping.
Except music. If music–or even the TV–is playing while I’m sleeping, it makes my dreams too freaky.
Deep in one of Tim’s journal entries, Rhonda (rightfully) chastised me for letting Houstonians in THE DEAL use the term “palmetto bug.” She also wrote entertainingly of her mother’s assault on these tree roaches with flip flops, then Rhonda shocked me by saying she goes after them with a rolled up newspaper. My answer, below.
Continue reading “Palmetto Bugs, Revisited”
Things I don’t care about: whether or not Jennifer Lopez is pregnant. Kirstie Alley’s weight issues. Just sayin’.
Another season of “Survivor” ended tonight. The winner was no surprise to me, as I’m sure it wasn’t to most viewers, but I still enjoyed certain aspects of “Survivor Palau.” Just not as much as some other seasons. Favorite: the sincere affection that developed between Coby and Janu and how it manifested during the finale.
Fortunately, “Queer as Folk”‘s final season starts next Sunday; that and “Survivor Australian Outback” just out on DVD (which I didn’t see when it originally aired) should satisfy my TV requirements for a while.
Lately my e-mailbox is full of messages from various organizations asking me to react to some heinous new effort by the intolerant or unjust to further screw up the planet in one way or another. Politically correct overload!
But then… I hear—via Towleroad in this case–of a company that gets targeted for doing a good thing:
Continue reading “Kraft and the Gay Games”
So, The Deal is one year old this month.
I can’t believe twelve months have passed since its release. And then I remember writing two books since then and it seems like a decade.
And even though it’s a year old, it still gives us a little surprise now and then. Mail from a new reader. Possible future plans for it.
Thank you, Timothy J. Lambert, for being such a great writing partner.
And now, looking forward to September.
It was my intention to get a full night’s sleep tonight. I went to bed at (for me) a decent hour. And was awakened two hours later by a nightmare.
I hate that.
1. Write a short story. Three months later, if the characters are still with you, decide to write a novel proposal for your editor.
2. Spend all your time on a different novel proposal for a different editor to give No. 1 more time to germinate.
3. Submit what you’ve done in No. 2 so you can have a higher level of anxiety as you get back to No. 1.
4. Now that you’ve worked yourself into a state of finger-freezing fear, come up with an excellent first sentence for Novel No. 1 in your head.
5. Get a migraine headache for three days that requires large doses of painkillers. You can be sure that you will dream whole passages of Novel No. 1 in between clutching your head, cursing your hormones, and having strange dreams about Rio sending the wrong e-mail to the wrong people.
6. Wake up without a migraine on Day 4. Water the flowers and plants in the front yard. Cook breakfast. Pay bills. Wander aimlessly through the house. Write comments in Famous Author Rob Byrnes’s blog. Update your Live Journal. Do anything but work on No. 1.