August 2008
Virtual Bank Line Notebook
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 8, 2008 - 9:09pmLast night's dream will definitely be mined for all it's worth at some future point.
There had been a terrible plague. Only about half of the human population survived, and those that did mutated. But when I say "mutated," I mean like Spiderman mutation. Everyone was some kind of amazing atomic super ninja.
There had been a terrible plague. Only about half of the human population survived, and those that did mutated. But when I say "mutated," I mean like Spiderman mutation. Everyone was some kind of amazing atomic super ninja.
The Tiny Fan Club
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 8, 2008 - 9:50pmI've been writing to Peaches at camp. They have something called "Bunk Notes" at camp. You send an email, and at dinnertime, the counselors print out the emails and hand them over to the campers with the other mail. I like it because I don't have to leave my house or find a stamp or envelope, and the lag is minimal.
Garden of Earthly Dreams
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 9, 2008 - 9:22pmWhen I was pregnant with Badb, my husband and I didn't want to know in advance what gender the baby would be, so we had to pick out both boy and girl names. We started out with Celeste and Julian. I wanted the boy's middle name to be Fox, and my husband didn't like Celeste as a first name. We settled on Athena Celeste for a girl, but hadn't quite fixed on a boy's name until well into my seventh month when I decided that it would be Hieronymus Fox.
Genius in the Making
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 11, 2008 - 9:54amMy younger daughter came home from all her travels yesterday. I was so happy to see her - I'd planned cookie making as a way of bonding when she got home, and the two of us made Thumbprint Cookies out of the wind eggs our chickens laid and homemade blackberry jam from the blackberries in our yard. The cookies are fabulously shortbread-y, not too sweet, so that the jam is a lovely counterpart to the pastry-like cookie part.
Round One is Over
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 13, 2008 - 1:06pmIt has taken me a couple of months, but I'm finally done with the first round of serious edits to my novel. I shaved about 20 pages from the original 250, and it came in at something like 74,000 words. Now that I have it down that far (with expectation that it will be kicked down in word count again during round 2) it's time to put some other stuff in.
- The main character must be expanded, his story encompassing the salient points of life after the Mexican Revolution.
- The main character must be expanded, his story encompassing the salient points of life after the Mexican Revolution.
In Process
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 16, 2008 - 2:21pmHaving finished the big edits to my book, it's time to put the spine back in. Originally I'd had the whole thing tied together by the sister of two of the characters, her story going back and forth between the other stories, but it didn't work and when I took it out, I was left with five separate stories.
Now, I'm stitching them all back together with a minor character that runs through all the stories. It's going to take some doing, but writing it in the first place took some doing.
Well, now that I've said it - I guess I should get weaving.
Now, I'm stitching them all back together with a minor character that runs through all the stories. It's going to take some doing, but writing it in the first place took some doing.
Well, now that I've said it - I guess I should get weaving.
Virtual Bank Line: The Data Thieves
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 17, 2008 - 10:41amI was at a work offsite, and my co-workers and I were leaving the conference site and walking toward a shuttle that would take us to the airport. As I walked down the hall, my phone rang and I stopped walking and ducked into a doorway to take the call. As I spoke, more people walked by making it hard to hear.
Worlds Enough, and Time
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 21, 2008 - 9:32amI'm currently in that pleasant place where I'm working very hard editing one project and starting the wheel moving on the next one.
Whenever I'm in this place, I'm constantly irritated by the fact that I just don't have enough time. I have a job that's fairly demanding. Every minute I'm at work(okay, every minute except this one) is taken up with stuff. My "To Do" list currently stands at slightly short of 100 items, although many are tiny.
Whenever I'm in this place, I'm constantly irritated by the fact that I just don't have enough time. I have a job that's fairly demanding. Every minute I'm at work(okay, every minute except this one) is taken up with stuff. My "To Do" list currently stands at slightly short of 100 items, although many are tiny.
A Weekend of the Virtual Bank Line
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 25, 2008 - 9:35amFriday night: I only remember the end of this dream. I had a vegetarian frog. It looked like a tree frog - a big head in relation to its body, but the whole thing was enormous. The size of a dinner plate. Its skin, rather than being smooth like a regular frog, was covered with fine green hair that looked like moss.
A Season's Rest
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 8, 2008 - 8:42pmDon't tell me - I know. It's been three months (okay, two and a half) since our last post. But you know how things go here. If we'd had a second to ourselves, we've have blogged about it.
Loss
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 16, 2008 - 2:05pmOn Tuesday, there was apparently a yowling outside the house. I didn't hear it because I sleep with earplugs in, but the Pirate heard it and thought that it was the skinny black stray we've seen around. He didn't investigate.
It wasn't until Wednesday evening when nobody'd seen him that the Pirate asked.
"Have you seen Oswald?" No, I haven't. I knew that I'd seen him Tuesday. The cat came out of the basement when I went in to work out.
When I got home from my writers' group Thursday night, and the Pirate told me that Oswald still hadn't turned up.
It wasn't until Wednesday evening when nobody'd seen him that the Pirate asked.
"Have you seen Oswald?" No, I haven't. I knew that I'd seen him Tuesday. The cat came out of the basement when I went in to work out.
When I got home from my writers' group Thursday night, and the Pirate told me that Oswald still hadn't turned up.
Cooking My Past
Submitted by junglemonkey on August 17, 2008 - 9:54pmMy grandmother had a plum tree, several apricot trees and about a zillion rose bushes. Every year, it seemed that the apricots all ripened at the same time, and my mother would drag us all over to grandma's house for a weekend of jam making. As kids, our job was picking and pitting. My older brother chopped and my mother and grandmother did the actual canning of the jam.