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Simon Jester Precious Metals
Still on the drawing board, of course. And that's probably just as well. Given how poorly many people drive, the thought of them piloting air vehicles over my home--to say nothing of my head--fills me with dread. flying cars.

On the other hand, I'm typing this on a tablet no more than a third of an inch thick, smaller in the other two dimensions than a hardback book, and with more computing power than NASA used to get men to the moon and back. It's connected wirelessly to a small keyboard, and to the entirety of the planet-girdling internet. I can find the answers to most questions that occur to me with an ease that would astound my childhood self--and all without leaving my chair.

We ushered in the bold new year of 2014 at a friend's house. He's hosted a NYE party the last three years and it's always fun. It's low key. Drinks and games--dice games, card games, sometimes board games. We played Coup (a fast-paced card game of bluffing and challenging as you jockey to be the last player left in control of some unspecified coup-prone futuristic banana republic. We played Roll For It! And Unexploded Cow, a cheapass game that would probably be more fun as a drinking game, if you drink. (And if you played it earlier in the evening, when a drinking game wouldn't be an invitation to a hangover the next morning.)

When we got home from the party, there was a car parked in the apartment parking lot with the lights on and the engine running...and someone leaning out the open passenger-side door worshipping the porcelai god in absentia. And doing a very thorough job of it, too. Hope he had fun earlier.

My 2014 got off to a wonderful start with an emailed rejection letter for a story I'd sent out some weeks ago. Oh well. I'll just add it to the Excel spreadsheet I use to track my rejections and sales and send the story out again. I intend to write more this year tha last (that won't be hard), so this is a timely reminder that rejections are just another way to track your efforts.
26th-Sep-2013 09:15 pm - Jack Reacher: Murder Hobo
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Some weeks ago my lovely wife and I went to the coast for the weekend. It was a little getaway for us from the day-to-day trials of her recovery from (her second) surgery on her (second) inner ear to cure her of a debilitating vertigo she's been suffering for over a year now. Not that she's completely recovered yet--that won't happen (per the doctor) for another three or four months. That's when she can expect to be fully recovered from both the surgeries AND from the vertigo that prompted them. But she was recovered enough to enjoy a weekend at the coast.

It was a very nice weekend. We drove down Friday afternoon. We spent a large part of Saturday on the beach, basking in the sun that shone on us despite the predictions of cold and rain. (Which came along on Sunday, a day late.) It was a great day. That night I wandered down to the lobby of the hotel to choose a few DVDs from the huge collection they provide for guests to watch.

We settled on JACK REACHER, the Tom Cruise vehicle from a year or so ago. I'd heard things about the movie, that Cruise was in no way the Jack Reacher from the novels (which I hadn't read), that it was a vanity project (another attempt to prove he was an action hero), etc. But still, we gave it a try.

And it was good. Really, really good. No, Tom Cruise is not 6'5" tall and 250 lbs. But the movie was still a damn good story, and he was convincing enough. We both were really impressed by that movie; so much so, that we bought a copy to own.

And I went to the library to find a copy of the book it was based on, ONE SHOT by Lee Child. The movie followed the novel pretty well. They filtered out a few characters and gave their duties to surviving characters, or simply did without. They gave some of the bad guys some scenes not in the book to flesh them out for the movie. And they added some action that wasn't in the book. But overall it was still a fairly faithful adaptation of the book--and it worked because of that.

I enjoyed that book very much. So I went and borrowed four more, and I'm working my way through them. They're entertaining and instructional. (From a writer's POV, any writer who can write a very popular novel series and get all the books optioned for movies is doing something right, even if his stuff isn't your cup of tea--and these are my cup of tea.)

Tom Cruise is NOT Jack Reacher. Reacher is huge, physically imposing, and a drifter. Jack Reacher is a "murder hobo" in the parlance of some gamers I know. (Your standard RPG action hero PC is a rootless wanderer who finds trouble, kills the guys behind it all--with or without collateral damage, to taste--and then moves on. A murder hobo.)

Jack Reacher is a murder hobo. A former officer in the Army and an MP, he lives with no job, no fixed address, and owns nothing but what he carries with him: the clothes he's wearing, a passport, an ATM card, a roll of cash, and a toothbrush. He supports himself with his pension and the occasional replenishment of his reserves from odd jobs, or cash liberated from bad guys who won't need it anymore. He wears the clothes for a few days, then discards them for new. Expensive habit? Other characters have remarked on that--and he counters with the question, "How much do you spend on your mortgage and insurance every month?" He takes the bus (doesn't fly) when he can, hitchhikes when he can't, and walks when he must.

Typically, he stumbles across villainy in the course of his travels, and when he is unable (sometimes) or unwilling (mostly) to ignore it, he gets involved. While he's capable of cunning, and definitely experienced at violence, he tends not to be subtle. The bad guys can't ever say they weren't warned at least once. By the time all the dust settles, you can be sure that a lot of bad guys will be fucked up, and at least some of them will be dead. Again: murder hobo. Let us be clear: some of the deaths are self-defense. Others are executions.

Jack Reacher is DOING what Jules only talked about in Pulp Fiction*: he walks the earth (well, the USA, anyhow) like the guy in Kung Fu, just going where fate takes him, with no job. Or in the words of Vinny Vega: "A bum." Or in other words, a murder hobo.

These are not "thriller" novels (they're too slow paced and densely written for that). They're mysteries, with action. There's always a mystery at the heart of each novel, one that Reacher will slowly unravel in the course of scratching his curiosity itch and/or teaching the bad guys that they messed with the wrong folks (either Reacher himself or someone he's protecting), before he lights the fuse on the final explosion (literally, in the book I just finished), and then heads on down the road while chaos reigns and the authorities swoop in to pick up the pieces and tag n' bag or arrest the bad guys.

They're not quite like any other novels I remember reading, but I'm enjoying them.

*To be fair to Jules, he may well have followed up on his plan. We just don't see it happen.

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14th-Sep-2013 02:27 pm - X-Com: Enemy Unknown
Futurama Scary Door
And lo, Sinanju was not dead these many months, but only slumbering.

So, lo these many years ago (we're talking the early-mid 90s, people), Sinanju discovered the game X-Com: UFO Defense. It was laughably primitive by the standards of today's games, but at the time it was a hell of a lot of fun. You were in control of the defense of earth against invading aliens. It was two games in one. In one game, a real-time strategy game, you were in overall control of earth's defense--deciding where to site your bases, and how to spend your budget. You could build bases, add facilities, hire scientists, engineers, and soldiers. Equip them. Research alien technology. It was a constant struggle to do as much as possible as effectively as possible with a limited budget.* You also had to build fighter interceptors to chase down and destroy or disable UFOs, and send out teams of soldiers to fight the aliens and bring back corpses, live aliens for interrogation, and alien tech to research.

That was the second game. A tactical turn-based game of squad combat. You had to send your soldiers out in a Skyranger aircraft to investigate downed UFOs (and kill or capture the survivors), UFO landing reports, and terror missions (where the aliens landed in a populated area to terrorize and kill civilians and destroy property). There were a variety of alien types, each with their own special abilities, and you never knew what you would face until you confronted them.

I spent many a happy hour fighting the aliens. I played that game off and on for years and years. Even long after computer tech had evolved past the limits of the time, and it required special software (DOSBOX, for instance) to keep playing it. Or most recently, playing it via Steam online. Nor was I the only one who played that game. There were sequels. None, however, where anywhere near as entertaining (to me) as the original. As the years passed, people tried to mod or upgrade or duplicate X-Com. None succeeded, really.

Until now. I am now happily playing X-Com: Enemy Unknown via Steam. It's an updated and streamlined version of the game. You only have one base now, instead of several.** The graphics and interface are greatly improved, but the game is largely the same. You still have to balance a limited budget against a huge number of options in terms of research, manufacture, and the equipping of your fighter craft and soldiers. You still have a turn-based tactical game of squad combat. It's a great deal of fun.

As with the original X-Com, you can customize the names (and in this version, the appearance and voice, to a limited extent) of your soliders. I'm currently using Hollywood celebrities (and semi-celebrities) to fight the aliens. Clare Danes and Michelle Rodriguez are kicking ass and taking names, to name two. Matt Damon, alas, did not fare so well; he died in an early mission. The aliens are just as vicious, nasty and dangerous as in the original game, and the graphic are much more...graphic. I'm pleased to announce that the civilians I must rescue are less moronic than in the original game (they tend to hide, rather than walk around at random in a firefight, or stop blocking doorways you desperate need to use...resulting in some "accidental" civilian casualties when you're trying to prevent them).

It's still early days for me on this version of the game. I haven't encountered psionics yet.*** But I will, I'm sure.

So that's what I'm doing for my entertainment these days.

* In the original X-Com you could sell excess weapons and equipment (including alien equipment and corpses!) on the black market. To whom, they never said. This could be a godsend when you were short on cash but had lots of captured goodies to dispose of (you only really needed one of most things for research). But once you learned how to build laser cannons, it was all over. They were the item that was cheapest to manufacture and most profitable to sell in the whole game. It eventually became SOP for me to build one dedicated base (usually named LaserFab One) to house a small army of engineers and a bunch of labs, to churn out laser cannons by the scores, and sell them as fast as they could build them. Once LaserFab One was up and running, I could make literally MILLIONS of dollars a month and no longer have to worry about the relative pittance (by comparison) that the nations of the world were giving me. I literally had more money than I could spend; the only real bottleneck in building and upgraded bases and equipment at that point was construction time and storage. WIll this work in the new version? I don't know yet.

**Which means, sadly, that I can't expect to fight a desperate base-defense battle. Those could be terrifying (especially before you learned to keep a fully armed and armored team of soldiers on call while your A-Team was out on a mission), and you could lose an entire base if it went badly. They were fun. I've heard/read people saying they never had a successful base defense in X-Com, to which I can only reply: then you weren't doing it right. A properly designed base forced the aliens (who had to enter through the hangars) into a bottleneck corridor where you could pour fire on them as they tried to advance. With a generous supply of weapons and ammo (and soldiers on hand to use them), you could almost count on winning...though the cost could be high.

***In the original, the aliens could use psionic powers to make your soldiers panic. Or worse, take over their minds and turn them against you. Early in the game, there was nothing you could do about that. Later on, you could research and then build psionic testing and training facilities and run your soldiers through it. You'd discover which ones had potential and could (someday) use alien psionic devices against the enemy. I must confess that I seldom bothered. Instead, I simply made it a practice to engage in summary execution (in the field) of soldiers who too often panicked or were mind-controlled. Alternatively, I'd make likely subjects of psionically-induced panic walk around with a primed grenade in one hand (usually walking point, to spot aliens--hey, they're expendable). If they panicked, they'd drop everything they were holding. Including the grenade. Bang! No more problem. It was ruthless but efficient, letting me spend my money on more important things.
5th-Apr-2013 09:35 pm - RIP Roger Ebert
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I see the news of his demise is making the rounds--livejournal, twitter, facebook, tumblr, etc.

I used to watch his show when it was still him and Gene Siskel. Of the two of them, Ebert was the one whose take on movies I most often shared. He could separate "it's a fun movie" from "it's a good movie", which not a lot of reviewers can do. He could tell you that a movie you were interested in seeing might not be great art, but it would be fun to watch. Which is sometimes, or often, all you really care about.

My all-time favorite line of his, though, was his capsule summary of the original TERMINATOR film. He described it as, "Dirty Harry and the Road Warrior meet the killer from Halloween."

Colorful, inventive, and more accurate than you might think.

RIP, Roger.

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4th-Apr-2013 10:08 pm - Surprising Post is Surprising!
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Surprising that I've posted at all, really.

This meme is lifted from Killabeez:

1. What's making you happy in one of your fandoms right now?
2. What's making you happy in your personal life right now?
3. What's making you happy in your work/academic life right now?
4. Name one celebrity crush.
5. Name one food you currently enjoy.
6. Name one kind of fic that always makes you happy.
7. Name one pairing that historically makes you happy.
8. Be randomly happy.

1. Hmmm. It's probably too early to call it a fandom. I've only seen one episode of Orphan Black, but I enjoyed it and I look forward to more. On the other hand, while I was initially very enthusiastic about Lost Girl, I'm done with it after watching the season 2 finale and trying the first few minutes of the season 3 opener and realizing I just don't care anymore. The series started off well, surprising me repeatedly with the writing, plot and dialogue they gave me...but I've grown disenchanted with increasingly sloppy writing and poor execution.

2. This is easy. My lovely and talented wife is recovering rapidly and well from the surgery to correct a problem with her inner ear that has been giving her relentless and debilitating vertigo, nausea, and sensitivity to noise for six months or more (and was probably at the root of the intermittent vertigo she's suffered for many years). Only one day after the surgery and she's far more animated, happy and relaxed than she's been in a long time--and that despite the pain of recovering from surgery. She may (probably will) have to have the same surgery on her other ear in a few months time, but if her response to this surgery is any indication, she's bounce back quickly and the repairs should end her trouble with the vertigo once and for all.

3. Not a hell of a lot. I need a new job. I'll be looking again very shortly, now that the surgery mentioned above is over. On the other hand, I _am_ writing a little again, after a long hiatus to deal with medical issues (mine or my wife's) and my dad's death last year. So that's good.

4. Jemima Rooper, who played Thelma the ghost on Hex. And was the heroine of Lost in Austen. For bonus points, I'll also add Gemma Arterton (Hansel & Gretel, and who was also in Lost in Austen as Elizabeth Bennett).

5. Green Bean Chicken from Panda Express. It's tasty, relatively good for me (it's meat and green beans, after all) and best of all, it's meat and green beans with some sauce, so it's not a huge carb/sugar load--something I have to pay attention to now that I'm diabetic.

6. Crossover Fic. That has always been--and will always be--my favorite kind of fanfic. Ideally it involves crossovers of two fandoms I enjoy, but if it's done well, I'll read crossovers with fandoms I've never even heard of.

7. None spring immediately to mind. There are ships I, uh, ship. But none that I value above a well-written story with some other ship--or none at all.

8. I've been married to my lovely and talented wife for fourteen years. We've had our difficulties and arguments, as every couple does. But if we're older (and sadly we are) we're also wiser, and closer than ever.

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5th-Dec-2012 08:56 pm - I'm Posting? Stop the Presses!
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Wow. Yeah, I know I haven't posted much for a long while. I've been busy trying to make lemonade out of the lemons life has handed us over the last couple of years.

But I've made a fascinating discovery.

I'm diabetic. Just got diagnosed as diabetic a couple of months ago. My long-term (three-month) blood sugar level has been at about 6.5, which right at the threshold of diabetic, but it's enough to count. So now I test my blood sugar at least two or three times a day, sometimes more if I'm concerned. Or curious.

I attend a series of classes on living with diabetes. My goal is keep my blood sugar level between 80 and 140 (mumble) units. 70 to 130 would be even better. This involves, as everyone no doubt knows, cutting way back on my consumption of sugar--and of carbs in general. And exercise.

I've been doing pretty well at it too. Or was until around Thanksgiving, when I baked two pecan pies. They're incredibly delicious, if I say so myself (it's the recipe my mom uses, but she's in Virginia and unavailable to make them for me, so....) So I ate a little pecan pie every day for a week or so. That, plus the other carb-heavy things at Thanksgiving (potatoes, stuffing, gravy) of which I ate a little, got my blood sugar reading a little higher than usual, and higher than I liked.

I've brought it back down again by going back to my non-holiday diet. But I also slacked off on my daily exercise. Which brings me to my fascinating discovery.

Yesterday, when I checked my blood sugar two hours after dinner, it read 152. So, as an experiment, I did 20 minutes of aerobic exercise. Jogging in place, squats, lunges, dancing around--whatever I could manage in the apartment. (I didn't feel like walking through the cold and the dark to our apartment complex exercise room.) Then I checked my blood sugar again afterward. It was down to 112. That's FORTY POINTS of improvement from 20 minutes of exercise.

I tried it again today. I had lunch with my lovely wife downtown. Thai food. I had Pad Thai, which is noodles with sauce and various chopped veggies and a little chicken. But: noodles and sauce. Carbs, baby. When I checked my blood sugar two hours later, it was at 152 again.

So I did another 20 minutes of aerobic exercise. When I checked again, it was 76. SEVENTY-SIX. HALF of what it was before I worked up a sweat.

I knew that exercise could help to moderate my blood sugar, but I had NO IDEA it could produce such drastic improvements with such relatively light exercise. That's...encouraging. It's going to motivate me to do it a lot more regularly now. Unlike exercising for some nebulous long-term purpose like fitness or weight control, where the benefits accrue only gradually over time, when I test my blood sugar, I get an IMMEDIATE and DRAMATIC demonstration of just how good for me that exercise can be. That's powerful stuff.

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16th-Sep-2012 10:50 pm - De Nile ain't just a river...
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Friday was my dad's birthday. He would have been 78 this year. I thought I was dealing with it okay, I frequently think I'm doing okay. And then it sneaks up and hammers me, and I have a sucky day.

And that's the thing. I don't recognize that my day is sucky because I'm grieving. I just think I'm tired or in a bad mood. Which is true as far as it goes, but it's WHY I'm in a bad mood and feeling tired that's the point. I'm tired because repressing my feelings is hard work. Remember that Daffy Duck cartoon, where he discovers Ali Baba's cave full of treasure? Remember when he tried to stuff the genie back into the lamp, jumping up and down on him with every ounce of strength he has? Yeah, like that.

Saturday was one of those days. It wasn't until my lovely and talented wife asked me if I needed to lie down in the bedroom and cry that it occurred to me that maybe I wasn't just feeling bleak and tired and antisocial for no good reason. I did as she suggested, and it helped. Not enough, but it helped. I'd had plans to attend a party that evening, but I called to cancel because I just didn't have it in me. Just like the August Babies party last month, I wanted to want to go--but I didn't.

Instead, I spent the weekend at home, alone or with Snippy and Twoson. I didn't go to the party Saturday night. I didn't go to our bi-weekly D&D game today. I just couldn't face dealing with people for a while. It's frustrating and aggravating to feel this way; and doubly so because it might not happen if I wasn't so busy trying to repress my grief. Half a century of practice is hard to undo quickly. But I'm working on it.

In other news, I'm trying to figure out how to turn my ebooks into POD books. I'm using CreateSpace, and learning how to format the interiors, calculate the page counts, and create covers (front, back and spine) instead of just front-cover art. It's not rocket science, but it's not simple either. It's going to take some take. Fortunately, it's not a time-sensitive project.

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26th-Aug-2012 10:19 pm - Weekend Update
Simon Jester Precious Metals
My father managed (and eventually owned and managed) a small radio station for many years. It was a small station, 1000 watts by day and 250 watts at night. It catered to the local community, consisting largely of farmers in southern Virginia. Unsurprisingly, the music of choice at WODI (1230 on your radio dial!) was country music. I worked there throughout my teens as a weekend DJ, every Saturday and Sunday afternoon from 1 p.m. to sign-off at 7 p.m. (sometimes 10 p.m. in the evenings during the summer, or when they were broadcasting the local Little League baseball games).

I also filled in when other DJs took their vacations, or when someone was ill. More than once I got home from school only to have my mom hand me some food in a brown paper bag and send me off to the station to relieve the morning DJ, who had been on air all day because someone else had called in sick or otherwise failed to show.

A number of country music songs make me cry now. I pretty much only listen to them when I'm driving--and only when I'm alone in the car, since my lovely and talented wife hates country music. The songs don't have to be maudlin, but there are a handful that never fail to make me tear up (if not actually cry) because they remind me of my days in the station as a teenager...and of my father. I miss him.

I've been trying not to let the grief build up, but denial and repression aren't easy habits to break. Occasionally it catches up to me and all the repressed grief breaks through. Yesterday was one of those days.

Snippy, Twoson and I drove down to the state fair in Salem, which we do every year. We enjoy looking at the various displays of crafts, and wandering the huckster areas, and eating various tasty foods. And I enjoyed it this years as well, despite being a little "off" all day. We got there right as the fair opened at 10 a.m. and left about 2 or 2:30, when the worst of the heat (and the crowds) were just getting started. And we're going back next weekend to do it again.

We drove home, rested a little, and then Snippy and I drove up into Washington to attend a big communal birthday party/cookout some good friends hold every year. It's a fun party, and we look forward to it very much. We don't see enough of our hosts, plus there are friends of friends I like who I only ever see at this party.

But I just didn't have it in me to enjoy it this year. We didn't stay long. I tried, but I felt worn out. I felt old and weak and slow and a failure, and try as I might, while I wanted to want to be there...I didn't. I just wanted to hole up at home and let the grief (which I finally recognized as the source my black mood) wash over me.

So we left. We stopped along the way to let Snippy take over driving because I wasn't up to it. Came home and I did just what I'd needed: holed in the bedroom for a while and let the grief have me. It helped, but denial and repression are exhausting; I spent today recuperating, and it's a reminder to try not to let it happen again so often.

I really regret not being in a frame of mind to enjoy the party. It only comes around once a year. I wish I'd been able to spend more time with my friends, and that Snippy had gotten a chance to try some new liquors with our host, a pleasure she shares with him that I don't (it all tastes like paint thinner to me). I really wish I could have stayed and enjoyed it.

Well, there's always next year.

Also, it turns out that listening to Ed Bruce (particularly "My First Taste of Texas") while writing this entry is another good way to bring up tears.

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12th-Aug-2012 09:52 pm - Exhausted I Am
Simon Jester Precious Metals
We had our grandchildren for the weekend. A boy, five, and a girl, two and a half. I drove sixty miles to pick them up Friday afternoon (including through stop and go bumper-to-bumper traffic for a several miles due to an accident), then sixty miles back home. We had them Friday evening, all day Saturday, and Sunday morning, before we did another sixty mile (one way) round trip to return them to their mother.

I love them, and I like playing with them. We took them to the pool Friday night and again on Saturday. We took them to their grandmother's brother's birthday party for a while, and we went to Build-A-Bear to get them some stuffed toys.*

But Dear God! We (me, my lovely wife, and Twoson) are exhausted from dealing with them. We all took turns taking care of them, so we all got some time off, but even so....

I've never wanted children. As a child myself, I always sort of assumed I'd get married someday, and presumably have children. That's what grown-ups DID. At least in god-fearing Baptist country. But when I was older, I realized that I didn't want children. I didn't have the patience for it. I still figured to get married eventually**, but having kids? Not for me, thanks. My wife gigs me occasionally about my lack of self-knowledge in many areas (with good reason, I confess)--but this was one area where I knew my mind.

When I did finally get married at the ripe old age of 40, my wife already had two kids, eight and twelve. And we raised them. Not without arguments and tears (for someone who had never raised kids, and never wanted to, I had some firm ideas on the subject that made for a lot of friction before I learned better). But I missed the screaming infant, terrible twos, rambunctious toddler stages...and I didn't miss them a bit.

I've gotten a taste of that with the grandkids on the occasions when they visited (or we visited them), and this weekend. It's exhausting. I don't know how parents do it day in and day out, and I hope I never have to learn.

*In theory they were going to leave them here, so they'd have toys already in place when they come to visit again in the future. In practice, they took them home.

**Or so I thought for many years. In my thirties, especially my mid-to-late thirties, I began to wonder if I was going to wind up the weird old lifelong bachelor uncle to my many nieces and nephews. I'd had some long-term relationships, but I'd never married, and if I'm totally honest, never intended to marry. I knew none of those women was one I wanted to stay with forever. I didn't find anyone like that until I met my lovely and talented wife. She's the one I COULD see staying with forever, and the one I intend to stay with forever. And so it was that I married a little over a month after my 40th birthday.

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14th-Jul-2012 08:58 pm - Two posts in two days? Inconceivable!
Simon Jester Precious Metals
You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means....

So, I signed up for a June writing workshop on short stories under the tutelage of Kristine Katherine Rusch (award-winning writer and editor), among others. It was a week-long exercise is reading and writing and reading and writing and more writing. Or so I hear.

I didn't make it. I couldn't get the time off from my day job. I didn't get my time off request in soon enough for what is, unsurprisingly, prime vacation time real estate. I was disappointed, but frankly it may not have been a bad thing. I'm not sure I was in the right headspace to work at my writing last month. So maybe it's just as well I couldn't go.

I can't complain about not getting the time off--my bosses have been very accommodating about my need for time off--just over a month after I was hired--for my surgery last November, and for the trip back to Virginia (again, on very short notice) for my father's funeral.

I'd already paid for the workshop, so I wrote to them and had them apply the fee to a different week-long workshop in October...which was cancelled this week for lack of interest (only half a dozen of us had signed up). So I'll be applying the fee for some other workshop once they announce the schedule for the remainder of 2012 and the first half of 2013 later this month.

But in the meantime, I didn't get the boost of enthusiasm and confidence I always have when I've spent a week with other aspiring (and accomplished) writers. And I won't get one in October now, either. So I need to find that somewhere else. I also need a first reader (or two, or three) for my fiction. My wife used to do it, but I think I need some input from other people.

So I'm looking for a writing group.

I know a number of local writers (for various flavors of "local") are on my friends lists on Dreamwidth and LiveJournal. I'm in the Portland Metro Area (Clackamas, to be specific). For that matter, it doesn't HAVE to be a local group. People who are willing to share work and responses by email could prove helpful too.

If any of you are in, or know of, a writers group that could use another member, I'd be interested in knowing about it. I write erotica, romance, science fiction, and fantasy for the most part, with the occasional mystery or crime/adventure story. Short stories and novels, both. I've had a number of short stories published by Cobblestone Press, an epublisher, and have published more under my own publishing name (Gelastic Press).

Any help anyone can offer will be greatly appreciated.

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13th-Jul-2012 11:26 pm - Six Months
Simon Jester Precious Metals
This is the six month anniversary of my last journal post. Exactly. Jan 13, 2012 to July 13, 2012. That's a pure coincidence, though.

I haven't had much to say, I guess. Or at least, wasn't motivated to say it anyhow. I'm using eyedrops twice a day to treat my glaucoma, and so far it seems to be working. At my last checkup the pressure in my eyes was down by a third, which is where the eye doc wanted it. I'll go back at the end of the year for another visual field test to see if there's any change. Ideally, there won't be any, and we'll just stick with the current regimen. If there is, we'll fiddle with it.

My father died in March. It was hardly unexpected. He'd been in home hospice care for almost two years, in a very slow decline. I suspect--well, actually I know, because he said as much when I visited two years ago when he first went into hospice--that he was ready for it to be over. He'd had open heart surgery for calcified valves, and was still suffering from congestive heart failure. He was weak, and seldom got out at first and then was confined to his home, and finally to his bedroom.

He said more than a few times over the years that he'd never expected to get this old. He was 77 when he died. I'm not sure why he felt that way. Anyhow, mom and my sister were with him when he died. Snippy and I flew back home to Virginia for the funeral. Snippy was a rock, taking good care of me all the while.

I had flown back to Virginia twice in the last few years, each time thinking it was the last time I'd see my dad. First when he had his open heart surgery. I still remember flying into Dulles the night before his surgery. I rented a car and drove to Lynchburg, speeding much of the way (and really flying along some of those stretches of highway not giving a damn if I got pulled over for speeding because I feared I'd miss a chance to see him if I got there too late that night). I was half-convinced he wouldn't survive the surgery. No good reason for it, just the fact that it was open heart surgery.

He survived it, obviously, and recovered. But he suffered from congestive heart failure, which they treated with drugs and whatnot until they concluded that it wasn't fixable, at which point he went into hospice. Hospice is typically six months or less, so I flew back again for what I thought would be (and was) the last visit I had with him, though he hung on for almost two years.

So I thought I was prepared for it when he died. My lovely and talented wife told me you're never really prepared, though, and she was right. It hit me harder (and in more ways) than I expected. It still does. My strongest memory of the trip is going upstairs in my childhood home after the funeral to find my mother leaning on their bed sobbing because she'd just buried the man she loved and had been married to for 55 years. I hugged her and cried a little myself, then closed the door and left her to it. That was the first and only time I saw her really cry during that visit. (She's not the only one to cry in private. I do too, like now.)

Snippy chronicled the high-stress couple of years we've had in her journal fairly recently, so I won't list all our travails. But it's been tough, and losing my dad didn't help. I had big plans for this year, which we both hoped would be better. I had been intending to write a lot, and publish. Instead I haven't written a goddamn thing this year. (Well, okay, one short story.) So when I get together with my mastermind pals (when and if) to see how we've progressed on our goals, I expect to be gently mocked for failing so big.

Still, I am finally starting to write again. So that's something.

(Long, long pause.) That's all I have for now.

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Simon Jester Precious Metals
Oh...about thirteen days ago.

And 2012 is off to a fabulous start. I don't care to go into it, but life for Snippy and me got interesting this week, in the Chinese Curse sense of "interesting."

Also, I had an appointment with the eye doctor this afternoon. Actually I had it in June originally, but I was hospitalized and had to reschedule. Then I had surgery and recovery from surgery, and had to reschedule. So I had it today. I had a visual field test, had photos taken of my optic nerve, and had the pressure in my eye checked and the thickness of the cornea checked, and then had the actual doctor come in and examine my retinas (retinae?) with a big magnifying glass and blindingly bright light.

By the way, one of the doctors who worked on me bore an eery resemblance in appearance, voice, and manner to...John Malkovich. And let me tell you, having John Malkovich as your doctor is WEIRD.

Anyhow, I have glaucoma. This is not a surprise. I've been having these exams regularly for a couple of years. Ever since I went to this doctor about a big new floater in my left eye and--during that first visit--he sat me down in front of a laser to tack my torn retina back into place. (This did not fix the floater, but as he said I would, I've learned to ignore it mostly.) Anyhow, he told me then that I was right on the borderline for possible glaucoma. I remained borderline for a couple of years, but today the doctor concluded that I had edged over the border into glaucoma-land, at least in my left eye.

This is not tragic news. He wrote me an Rx for eyedrops to manage the problem. One drop in each eye (the right eye, too, because it's borderline and it can't hurt and might help) once nightly. I have an appointment to see him again in a month to see if these eyedrops are working. If not, there are other eyedrop drugs he can try.

So I'm not going to worry about it.

I'm also a carefree bachelor this weekend. My lovely and talented wife flew out of town yesterday morning to visit friends in the Bay Area. Twoson moved out last weekend to live with his dad. So it's just me. I'm enjoying the solitude. I can eat when I want, sleep when I want (and hog the whole bed), watch whatever I want went I want, and generally live like I'm a bachelor again. The only thing lacking is donuts and whores (as in the Kids In The Hall skit wherein they celebrate the news that they'll soon be fabulously wealthy with the phrase, "We'll but UP TO OUR KNEES in donuts and whores!")

And, really, I can have donuts if I want them. But no whores. I promised.

I made myself red beans & rice for dinner tonight. From a box (actually, two boxes) of Zatarain's red beans & rice mix. Damn tasty. Especially when you add half a pound of spicy chorizo (browned up the other night in anticipation of this) to give it some extra zing. Their jambalaya is tasty too. Tomorrow I'll be cooking up some Zatarain's Dirty Rice (and adding a pound of ground beef). I expect that to be just as good as the other two products.

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29th-Nov-2011 10:03 pm - Post Hospitalization Report
Simon Jester Precious Metals
You know the drill. Cut for TMI about abdominal surgery.Collapse )

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22nd-Nov-2011 12:24 pm - BAD Internet Laws Heading Your Way
Futurama Scary Door
Originally posted by write_light at BAD Internet Laws Heading Your Way

From the flist: 

Spread the word, even you're not a US citizen, it is important for everyone!! It easy to do and it can change everything. More info by clicking on the banner.

Website Blocking

The government can order service providers to block websites for infringing links posted by any users.

Risk of Jail for Ordinary Users

It becomes a felony with a potential 5 year sentence to stream a copyrighted work that would cost more than $2,500 to license, even if you are a totally noncommercial user, e.g. singing a pop song on Facebook.

Chaos for the Internet

Thousands of sites that are legal under the DMCA would face new legal threats. People trying to keep the internet more secure wouldn't be able to rely on the integrity of the DNS system.

Read this analysis from

Get on the phone and call your representative. Express your disapproval. Tell him or her exactly how you feel, and that you don't support this. Tell your friends to call their representatives, their Congressperson, and complain. Mention that you are a registered voter that takes your civic responsibility seriously and that you will use that vote to express your feelings about this.

“We support the bill’s stated goals — providing additional enforcement tools to combat foreign ‘rogue’ websites that are dedicated to copyright infringement or counterfeiting,” the Internet companies wrote in Tuesday’s letter. “Unfortunately, the bills as drafted would expose law-abiding U.S. Internet and technology companies to new uncertain liabilities, private rights of action and technology mandates that would require monitoring of websites.”  The chamber-led coalition in support of the bill includes Walmart, Eli Lilly & Co. and Netflix.

Google and other opponents of the legislation argue that restricting the Internet in the U.S. sets a bad international precedent and that the language defines infringing too broadly.


American Censorship
Whitehouse Petition
Fight For the Future
Save the Internet

15th-Nov-2011 06:29 pm - Gonna get knifed!
Simon Jester Precious Metals

I saw my surgeon today.

Cut for possible medical TMI...Collapse )

If I still have a job. See, I just started a new job a bit less than a month ago. It's part-time, with no benefits, but it brings in enough money to ease our finances while still giving me time to work at my writing.* But even if it were full-time and had benefits, I've only been there about three weeks. So tomorrow I'm going to have to tell my boss that I am going to be unavailable for about three weeks, starting next week. And I'll tell her that I'd like to come back to work after that--but that if they have to let me go and get someone else in to do the job, I'll understand. And I will.

And even if I have to find a new job, I'm a lot more hopeful about my prospects than I would have been a couple of months ago. For whatever reason, I got lots of return calls to applications and emailed resumes in this last round of job hunting--a far better response than I'd gotten in any of the time since I was laid off. Some of it was no doubt due to the Christmas shopping season; I applied for some seasonal work. But a lot of the responses were for office jobs of the non-seasonal sort. One temp agency in particular has been very persistent in trying to get hold of me. I told them I'd gotten a job and was unavailable, but they'll be my first stop if I have to go job-hunting again after I recover.

*In theory. What with illness, surgical procedures, and other fun, Snippy and I have been doing well just to handle the basics of working and doing the absolute minimum of household chores. But eventually...I'll start writing and publishing again. Because that, not another dayjob is our real hope of changing our financial situation in the long run.

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Simon Jester Precious Metals
Or...not. Questions, anyhow.

Ganked from seawasp [profile] seawsp because it amuses me...

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"do not afford copyright protections to works" --Nolo Press Copyright Handbook

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, What can you touch?
The wall of the dining room corner in which my computer desk is set.

3. Did you dream last night?
Yes. I can't really remember about what now, though.

4. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

5. What is the last film you saw?
Monsters vs Aliens (I keep it saved on the Tivo for when nothing else amuses me.)

6. Do you like to dance?
Not especially.

7. Would you ever consider living abroad?
No, I don't think so. I'm content with my nation of birth. (Besides, there aren't a lot of nations in the world where you could move 3,000 miles from your birthplace without crossing a national border. I've moved far enough.

8. Last time you swam in a pool?
Years, probably.

9. What color is your bedroom carpet?
Off white, I think. Maybe some kind of beige.

10. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?

11. Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

12. What colour is your favourite hoodie.
I don't have a favorite hoodie.

13. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
A little tired. Happy, though. Things have been tough around here for a while, but Snippy and I feel like we've found our emotional balance again.

14. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?
The red cloth pen & pencil holder velcro'd to the upright of my computer desk.

15. Did you meet anybody new today?
Interact with--(I went grocery shopping), yes. Meet? No.

16. What are you craving right now?
Some dark-chocolate coated peanuts from See's Candies. I've been craving them for several days now. I just haven't gotten around to getting them. We've been busy.

17. Do you floss?
Not as regularly as I should (and once did, before I got out of the habit).

18. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
The unpleasant smell of cooking/cooked cabbage.

19. Are you emotional?
Yes. I don't necessarily SHOW it, but I have feelings.

20. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
Are you assuming an ice cream cone? I don't do those. I eat my ice cream out of a bowl with a spoon.

21. Do you like your hair?
Yes. I'm very happy that it turns gray but doesn't fall out.

22. Do you like yourself?
Yes I do. Which is not to say that I don't have self-doubts or self-image issues, but underneath it all, I can't imagine wanting to be anyone else.

23. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
Sure. I'm sure he's got interesting stories to tell. (I voted for him. Twice. I'd also go out to dinner with many people I've voted against--but not all of them. Some of them just make my skin crawl.)

24. What are you listening to right now?
"Color Splash" (some design show my wife is watching in the next room).

25. Are your parents strict?
Yes, they were. But I haven't been subject to their authority for many, many years.

26. Would you go sky diving?
Uh...maybe? I've gone bungie jumping, and loved it. I'd do it again except that my lovely and talented wife has forbidden me to. She's also forbidden me to go skydiving--and I don't object much because I'm not sure I could really go through with it anyhow.

27. Do you like cottage cheese?
Hell no!

28. Have you ever met a celebrity?
Yes. The first one was probably Vincent Price. I saw him do a one-man show at the Ford Theatre in DC, then got his autograph afterward.

29. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?
Only Edward the Vampire. Heh. No.

30. How many countries have you visited?
Jamaica. I'm not interested in travel.

31. Have you made a prank phone call?

32. Do you use chap stick?
Yes. Otherwise, my lips get chapped and dry in cold weather.

33. Can you use chop sticks?

34. Who are you going to be with tonight?
My lovely and talented wife, and Twoson.

35. Are you too forgiving?
Uh, no. "Too forgiving" is not one of my character traits.

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?
She (my lovely and talented wife) will be running her first D&D game/module for our new Sunday gaming group.

37. Ever have cream puffs?
I don't think so.

38. Last time you cried?
Last week.

39. What was the last question you asked?
"What are you watching, sweetie?" when I had to answer the question about what I was listening to.

40. Favorite time of the year?
Spring and Summer.

41. Do you have any tattoos?
No. Nor will I ever.

42. Are you sarcastic?

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
Oh dear god, yes.

44. Ever walked into a wall?
A few times, usually in the dark.

45. Favorite colour?
Rich blue(s).

46. Have you ever slapped someone?
Once, to my regret.

47. Is your hair curly?
No. It gets wavy when it gets long, but it's not curly.

48. What was the last CD you bought?
Damned if I know. It's been a long time.

49. Do looks matter?

50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?
Maybe. But I'd never forget.

51. Is your phone bill sky high?
Nope. It's quite modest.

52. Do you like your life right now?
In some ways. In other ways...I'm really ready for the shitstorm of the last year or so to abate.

53. Do you sleep with the TV on?
No. But we do use a white noise machine (the sound of rain).

54. Can you handle the truth?
It depends on which truth. Sometimes denial is more comforting.

55. Do you have good vision?
Mostly. I need glasses, but only to make things sharp. I can see well enough without them to read, to use the computer, watch tv, or navigate on foot. I can even drive, but that's a bigger risk than I'd prefer to take.

56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
Dislike? yes. Hate? Maybe. But usually only briefly. They cycle through my queue pretty quickly (I don't hold grudges for long).

57. How often do you talk on the phone?
As infrequently as possible. Not even every day.

58. The last person you held hands with?
My wife.

59. What are you wearing?
White t-shirt from Poplar Grove, jeans, green fleece vest, socks and sneakers.

60.What is your favorite animal?
I can't say. I don't think in terms of my favorite ANYTHING. I like too many examples of movies, tv shows, songs, foods--or animals--to single one out.

61. Can you hula hoop?
I can. I choose not to.

62. Do you have a job?
Yes. Two, actually, if you count my writing.

63. What was the most recent thing you bought?
This week's groceries (specifically, three pounds of stew meat).

64. Have you ever crawled through a window?
Yes. A number of times (as a child, usually to unlock the door when we locked ourselves out of the house).

65. Have you ever lied to a police officer?
If I ever have, I'm sure as hell not gonna confess to it here. That's a crime, you know.

66. Do you shout at the TV?

67. Name one thing people give you funny looks for when you confess it.
I write (for sale) superhero erotica.

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20th-Oct-2011 03:50 am - It's 4 a.m. Do you know where I am?
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I'm sitting at my computer instead of lying in bed, asleep. My sleep schedule is all shot to hell. Admittedly, it's never been terribly regular, and I accuse my father of being a bad role model in that regard. All through my childhood, my father worked irregular hours. He was manager (and salesman, and chief engineer, and ultimately owner) of the radio station he worked for/owned. And some of his work (weekly transmitter frequency checks that had to be done in the middle of the night, for one) required odd hours. Other work--like sales--had to be done during regular business hours. So, unsurprisingly, he always had a variable schedule.

So I come by my nightowl tendencies honestly. But in this case, it's because I've spent the last forty-eight hours in bed. I've been working the job hunting gig with a vengeance lately, scoring a number of interviews over the last couple of weeks--and doing a lot of cold-calling and resume dropping (or application collecting) as well. I had an interview for a seasonal retail job at Old Navy Monday afternoon. It was group interview, and it was obvious to me almost immediately that I was not what they were looking for. No real surprise--to me OR to my lovely wife--but I went anyhow. Just another in a long time of handshaking face-to-face encounters with the public.

Then I drove home. And the sun, low on the horizon at this time of year, was like daggers in my eyes (and I'm light sensitive at the best of times). So I gobbled some Tylenol and thought nothing more about it. Until later than evening, when the headache came back, and I felt the slightest tickle of a sore throat. I took more painkillers and hoped desperately that I wasn't getting sick--I have a writing workshop at the coast coming up this week (later today, as I write this). But no such luck.

By bedtime I had a pounding sinus headache, my throat was closing up, and I began to shiver. I climbed into bed feeling sick as a dog, and I've spent most of the last two days there. I spent a lot of my time sleeping, and when I wasn't sleeping I was mostly dozing or lying there in a stupor watching the science channel. Fortunately, the virus (or whatever) seems to be as short-lived as it was sudden. My throat's still a tiny bit sore, but my other symptoms are mostly gone. I'm good to go for tomorrow's start of my four-day workshop, thank god. I'd have been really pissed off I'd had to cancel.

But that does mean that after two days in bed, I'm not at all sleepy despite needing to get up, pack, and make the trip tomorrow--to say nothing beginning the workshop tomorrow evening. Still, I'll manage.

Of course, my wife had her own drama this week, and I was too sick to give her the emotional support she wanted and needed. Which sucks. And we'll be apart for the next four days. On the other hand, she'll have the whole bed to herself for that time, with no cover-stealing husband to contend with.

And I did get a job. Not at Old Navy (thank god). No, I'll be doing part-time data entry work. More money, regular hours, and no dealing with the public, and with time left over to work on building my publishing empire. It's not ideal--it's in Beaverton, rather than across the street--but I can live with a commute if I have to. Having more money coming in will ease a lot of tensions in our household.

And speaking tension, I know my lovely wife posted in her own journal that she'd choked on some food this weekend. She couldn't breathe (or not enough to matter) and I gave her the Heimlich maneuver. And saved her life. Which scares the hell out of me. Not that she could have died--as she said to me when I was very lovey-dovey to her over the next couple of days--she could get hit by a bus ANY day and die. Which is true. But that wouldn't be a situation in which I was in a position to save her and might have failed. That's what really scared me; that I could have failed to save her. Losing her would be awful enough, but to do so through some failing of my own would be even worse.

So I guess we can write off "surgeon" as a potential field of employment for me. Some people may thrive on that kind of thing--I'm looking at you, Rory--but that's more excitement than I really want in my life.
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15th-Oct-2011 12:48 am - Life Goes On
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I haven't been posting as much lately. I've been doing most of my posts lately just to let my lovely and talented wife know what's going on in my head. (I'm the silent type.) But I've been talking to her more, I think.

I'm seeing a therapist. My lovely wife urged me to do so, believing (correctly, as it turns out) that I've been depressed. I've been seeing the therapist for a couple of months now, and I think it's helping. Some days now I feel both less depressed (able to do more, get more writing done and get more job-hunting done) and more depressed (in that I am FEELING depressed now, and like I don't want to get out of bed to face the job search). But then, nobody likes job-hunting. It's demoralizing.

On the other hand, I've had three--count 'em, THREE--responses this week to my blizzard of emails and resumes lately. Which is a much better rate than I had been getting. I haven't changed what I'm doing, so I wonder if maybe the job market is actually picking a little. I didn't get one job (I'd have heard today if they were offering it to me), but I am still waiting on a second interview for another, and have lined up an appointment for a third job this coming Monday.

The therapist is also working with me on digging into some of my less-than-helpful behaviors. Things I do that cause strife between the wife and me, and which are not helpful. I don't like the results. She doesn't like the results. But I keep doing them. So we're working on identifying why I do them, and how I can learn to use more constructive behaviors.

I'll be in Lincoln City for four days this coming week, attending a writers' workshop on Thinking Like A Publisher for those of us who are writing and publishing our own work electronically (or in POD form). I'm looking forward to it. Hanging around with other writers, and learning from them, is always inspiring. I expect to learn a lot next week, and hope to put it all to use as I slog (slowly) toward the day when I can make a living (then a decent living, then ultimately a very good living) from my writing.

Speaking of writing, I have seven short stories published through Cobblestone Press. They were my first seven sales. At this point, I have two dozen other stories (from shorts to novellas to one full-length novel) self-published on Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and other sites. I am currently getting more sales (and making more money) from the self-published works than from the stuff I published through my epublisher. Not that I'm making a lot, but...I'm making even less from Cobblestone. I suspect that had I sold to some of the much larger epublishers, I might have done better. Or maybe not.

In any case, my contracts for the works published there are for three years. They also have a clause allowing me to reclaim the works after they've been available via the publisher's website for eighteen months, if I notify the publisher via registered mail. I've been thinking about doing that. Those stories, along with a few new ones, would make for some nice short story collections--but I can't collect them while they're under contract. Plus, I think I might do better self-publishing them.

Or that was my thinking until recently. Cobblestone has recently made a deal with Amazon, so my stories (and everyone else's) are now available on Amazon, where they are much more likely to be seen by potential buyers than before. (In fact, just tonight I looked at my author page on Amazon and found that "Flying High", my first Cobblestone sale, was the third or fourth-ranked of my stories on Amazon now, nestled amongst my self-published stories.) Which suggests that they may sell better now that they're on a much, much larger platform.

Plus, Christmas is coming. And with it, if 2011 is anything like 2010, a huge boom in ebook sales as people who recieve a Kindle or a Nook (or some other ereader, but mostly Kindles) start looking for fiction to buy and read on their new toys. Since I have to give my publisher 90 days notice of my intent to reclaim my works, and it would take days or weeks for new versions of the stories I self-publish to propagate to all the various web sites, it would be counterproductive to do so now, when Christmas is less than three months away.

So I've decided to hold off on that. I'm going to wait to see how they sell for the next few months, both before and after Christmas. Eventually I'll reclaim them, even if it's when the contracts expire.

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20th-Sep-2011 10:02 pm - Somedays You're The Bug
Simon Jester Precious Metals
So early in August I was looking for work. Just part-time, something to bring a little money in while I continue writing, and so my lovely and talented wife wouldn't feel like the sole and too-often unappreciated breadwinner. I went 'round the mall applying at various stores. I got a call back from Macy's, and went in for an interview.

I got a job offer. I'd be working early mornings (mostly), getting stuff into the store (the night crew move it from the trucks into storage, then it gets put on display in the stores later). I'm not a morning person, but I can go to work at oh-dark-thirty if I have to. I've done it before. They had me fill out an electronic form for a background check, but otherwise I was good to go. It was part-time work, right across the street, and it wouldn't interfere with my picking up Snippy after work because I'd be working mornings. Not a lot of money, but otherwise great.

So I waited, as instructed, for news on when I was to start.

And I waited. I emailed them, just to make sure I hadn't overlooked anything I needed to do. Got an email back saying that the background check was "in process" and they'd get back to me.

So I waited. And waited. Well, it's only a seasonal job. Maybe it starts later than I thought. I waited some more. Emailed them again, and got no reply. So today I went back to the store and asked about it. They couldn't answer me immediately, but the lady in HR got my phone number.

She called me later this afternoon. Seems that my paperwork got filed in the "didn't get hired" drawer instead of the "hired" drawer. So I never got contacted and--surprise!--all the jobs in question have been filled. Well, shazbat! They do have more jobs to fill come early October. These would be "recovery" folks--they tidy up the store and bring out new stock after the customers have messed it all up. Same pay, but these are evening jobs. I say again, SHAZBAT!

If I don't find anything else, I'll take that. But I'm damned annoyed (and frustrated) that a much better-fitting job slipped through my fingers. My lovely and talented wife was likewise annoyed and frustrated, and angry at me for not following up sooner. I could argue "how the hell am I supposed to know they lost my paperwork?" but really, the end result is the same: the job I really preferred to take is gone. And I wasn't looking for something else because I thought I had this one.

So I guess I'll go back to looking for part-time work. Until and unless they actually come through with one this time.

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15th-Sep-2011 11:13 am - Christmas is Coming
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Oh, I know. It isn't even Thanksgiving yet. It's not even Halloween yet. But Christmas is coming. And with it, the inevitability that many, many, (many, many, many) people will receive an ereader as a gift. And then those people will, naturally, want to buy things to read on their new toy. Or they'll be given gift cards to accompany said reader for the same purpose.

It happened last Christmas. There's every reason to think it'll happen again this Christmas. Last Christmas, I hadn't gotten into indie publishing my work. But now I have. And I want to have as much stuff as possible available for potential buyers.

So one of the things I'm doing this week is pulling apart my episodic "starship repo guy" novel. I'm going to break out the various parts--which range in length from about 4,000 words up to 33,000 words--as separate novellas, short story collections, or novels. A little rewriting is necessary on a couple of them to make sure background info is there, but there's less of that than I thought there would be. When I'm done hammering them out, I'll have four short novels (or novellas) and one collection of three shorts in about the same word range to publish.

I've decided on cover art for them--and learned that cover art for SF is harder to find online than cover art for romance or erotica. There's plenty to choose from when it comes to attractive men, women, men & women in suggestive poses for romance/erotica covers. There isn't so much when you're looking for images with the right tone for an action-adventure SF story. More compromises are necessary.

So there will soon be five books online employing the title template "Repo Book [Number]: [Starship Name]". And if they sell, I can always do more of them. In the mean time, I also want to continue writing and publishing other short stories, and possibly some longer works over the next three and a half months. The more I have up, the better. (Plus, writing is practice for writing better. So...the more, the better.)

In other news....

My father's birthday was yesterday. He's seventy-seven years old. In October of last year, he went into the hospital for a few days with congestive heart failure. He'd had open heart surgery three years earlier, and had never completely recovered. That last hospital visit was...the last hospital visit. He came home and began receiving hospice care. My mom said on the phone that he wouldn't be going to the hospital again. He has a living will and a DNR notice. Snippy and I flew back in November to visit him, fearing it would be my last chance.

But he's still alive and kicking. And showing no signs of that changing. I have mixed feelings about that. I know he never expected to live so long, and has said he's ready for it to be over. He's weak, always tired, and...ready for it to be over. But it's been almost a year now, and as far I can tell, he could live a long time this way. When I spoke to him on the phone yesterday, he mentioned that he remembered thinking his grandfather was ancient at 83, and said he thought he might make it that long. Seems unlikely, and I expect he knows that, but I also suspect he wouldn't consider it a blessing, even if it seems possible sometimes. I don't know what to wish for him, or my mom.

I think I'll probably talk about this in therapy today.

I'm in therapy, did I tell you? My lovely and talented wife suggested it. She thought I was depressed, and she was probably right. I've doing it for a couple of months now. It's been interesting. And helpful. It isn't easy. I'm a very private person. I write about things much more easily than I talk about them. So talking to the therapist has been a learning experience in actually, you know, expressing what I think or feel.

...there's a gyro cart downtown. They make THE best lamb gyros I've ever tasted. Alas, they close at 5 p.m. I'm never downtown anymore except to pick up my lovely wife after 5:30. Or for my therapy session at four. I can't get to the cart before it closes! Argh! But today--today I'm taking Twoson to the train station so he can travel down to visit with his dad for the weekend. So I'll be going downtown earlier than normal. And I will HAVE A GYRO or know the reason why!
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9th-Sep-2011 10:48 am - My mouth is numb.
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Well, half of it, anyhow. The left side. I just got home from having a filling replaced.

For the last few months, I'd been feeling pressure on one of my lower molars when I chewed with it. I made an appointment with the dentist and had it looked at, but she didn't see anything awry. So time passed, and the pressure seemed to increase. Last night I was eating a cookie and suddenly felt something hard between my teeth. What's this?

Well, juding by the sharp edge I felt with a fingertip when I explored the tooth, my tooth had chipped. Fortunately, there was no pain. Nonetheless, I called to make an appointment this morning as soon as the dental office opened. I got one for 9 a.m. at another office, not my usual one. I drove out there, had an x-ray taken, and then got treatment.

Turns out it wasn't a cracked or chipped tooth. I'd simply lost a filling. So they numbed me up, cleaned out the cavity, and refilled it.

They NUMBED ME UP. As in, they gave me a shot of novacaine. In my mouth. Which, for those unfamiliar with my dental history, was a landmark event.

I had an...unfortunate experience (to put it mildly) with a dentist when I was a child involving several (and incredibly painful) injections prior to some dental work. My mother found another family dentist later. That was the last time I ever submitted to having any sort of injection for dental care.

It was NOT the last time I had cavities filled. Throughout the rest of my childhood, teenage years, and until I was a young man and living too far from my childhood home to make it practical, I stuck with that local dentist, who filled my cavities without anaesthetic. He had an old-fashioned drill, slower than the ones that produce the familiar high-pitched whine we all know and love, but which was also easier on my nerves (in every sense of the word). It was sometimes uncomfortable, but I was more than happy to accept some discomfort rather than face the needle.

As it happens, I've not had any new cavities in my adult life. But I lived in fear of the day when I would have to get one filled--by some other dentist, who wouldn't have that familiar, slow and relatively painless drill.

That day came today. And it was...anticlimactic. I was rigid as a board when the dentist brought the syringe into my line of sight, but they'd used some anaesthetic gel on my gum, so the actual injection was mildly uncomfortable and nothing more. Then they cleaned out the cavity, filled it, and sent me on my way quickly and professionally.

It was a great relief. I curse that long-ago dentist for the butcher he was, but the women today (the dentist and her assistant) were wonderful.

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24th-Aug-2011 09:00 pm - It's been a day
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I took the day off yesterday. I woke up after a very unpleasant dream. I had gone shopping somewhere in the Ford (our 1989 Ford Festiva). I left the shop to find four big guys lurking around my car. I chased them off, but not before they apparently managed to steal the transmission. Not the whole car, just the transmission, rendering it undriveable.

So I called my lovely wife on the phone, very upset about this (more so than would really be warranted by this in real life), and asked her to come pick me up. A long silence ensues. I ask if she's still there. She is. Will she pick me up?

"I'm thinking," she says. And another long silence follows. And then I wake up.

Make of this dream what you will.

In the real world, I got up at 6 a.m. to drive Twoson to a dental appointment. He'd been having serious tooth pain for a while, and we got an emergency appointment for him. That went well. They numbed his mouth, they drilled and filled the tooth. It's a temporary filling; he'll need to schedule another dental visit in the next three months to get it permanently fixed, but he's no longer in pain.

While he was getting drilled I called my doctor's office and made an appointment to see a doctor that afternoon at 1:30 for a couple of minor issues of my own.

On the way home from the dental office (about 9:30), I thought I saw steam flicker at the front of the car (our newer car, the Hyundai Elantra) a couple of times. Oh crap. The engine temp gauge is nearing the red zone. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! We just had the car serviced (and all the fluids checked and topped up) recently. But it's definitely overheating. I slowed down, hoping I could nurse it all the way home--and the temp dropped sharply, for a couple of minutes, then began rising again.

Finally I pulled over to the side of I-205 (the very busy by-pass highway). The radiator steamed enthusiastically. I shut off the engine. I called Snippy briefly to gripe. Then I called AAA. We maintain our premium membership for just such situations (it includes one tow anywhere with a considerable distance per incident).

Tow driver arrives about half an hour later (10 a.m.), and Twoson and I ride with him while he delivers the car to the dealership's service department. Alas, they have no loaner vehicles available--they're all out/scheduled for other customers. So we walk three blocks to the light rail station and take the MAX home, arriving there about noon.

I haven't eaten yet today (I didn't get breakfast before we left, as I often don't). So I gobble something quickly before hopping into the Ford--so old it doesn't having working AC*--to drive to the doctor's office. On one of the hottest days of the year so far, of course. It was uncomfortably warm, but I can manage, and I do.

But Snippy wilts in the heat. After my doctor's visit, I drove around to get prescriptions filled, visit the library (ahhhh--air conditioning and graphic novels), and then go back downtown to lurk in Pioneer Place (an underground mall), where I marvel at the Amazing Shrinking Food Court: four closed up spaces and one that was closed for business, though whether permanently or just for the afternoon I couldn't tell.

Then I picked up my lovely and talented but heat-sensitive wife and drove her home as fast as safety and the law would allow. There we ensconced her in the (well-air conditioned) bedroom with the laptop so she could eat, read, and netsurf in cool comfort. Eventually she felt well enough to come out into the less effectively air conditioned living/dining room to do some sewing.

Tomorrow I get to take the MAX back out to Gresham to pick up the car. Turns out, it was a cracked radiator, and it's been replaced. That would explain why it went from driving fine to overheating so suddenly, but I don't know WHY the radiator cracked.

All in all, it was a long, hot day with lots of travel all over the metro area. I'm just as glad I don't have to do that again anytime soon. I hope.

*There's nothing wrong with the AC system. But it's old enough to require CFCs for the compressor, and they're not allowed to use them any more.

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11th-Aug-2011 12:12 pm - Command Performance Redux
Simon Jester Precious Metals
It's been more than two weeks since I last killed a man posted to my journal. I just don't feel the urge to post that much these days, but I do mostly so my lovely and talented wife can keep up with my thoughts and feelings. (I communicate much better in writing than verbally.)

So...just got back from another trip to the mall right across the street. Twoson and I are pounding the pavement (or the tiles) looking for work. I've been instructing him in the fine art of making cold calls on mall stores. He's getting better at it, and finding it easier to do. The first time I providing an incentive--when we finished our quota of calls I'd buy us lunch in the food court. This time we didn't do that, but we still did our quota of calls, and a couple more for good measure.

I've got an interview next week with one of the big anchor stores for a "sales associate, part-time" position (I'm looking for part-time work so I still have time to write) which would be a stocking position. That suits me fine. Stocking and restocking is more my speed than sales anyhow. I'm hoping to get it. It would be almost perfect: part-time, across the street from the apartment, and nothing too mentally or socially taxing.

Today we got a very encouraging response at a jewelers. The lady behind the counter urged us to go their website and fill out the application online ASAP as they're hiring. So that's first on our agenda, ahead of all the other online applications. Virtually all the stores simply give us a website address to apply to. We can haz the future.

Later today I have a therapy session. Snippy asked me to consider therapy a few weeks back. She was under the impression (and, I think, correctly) that I was depressed. What with all the change in our lives in the last year (selling our house, moving to the apartment, my father being in hospice care, Snippy and I being deathly ill in May and June, my hospitalization, etc.) I've definitely been off my game. And she needs me functioning so I can take care of her; that's a big part of my raison d'etre around here--and I wouldn't have it any other way.

So I agreed. I've had three or four sessions now. I think they're helpful. The first couple of sessions I talked about my writing, or the lack thereof lately, and my resistance to sitting down and writing, though I enjoy it when I finally do it (and really enjoy the feeling of accomplishment when I am productive). That's just old-fashioned anxiety, and something I'll probably always have to battle. Most writers (most people, for that matter) do.

Last week we went into an argument Snippy and I had, and why it happened. That was more difficult. It required more self-analysis, which is...not my forte, shall we say? I expect we'll talk more about it today.

My writing is going better, though not as well as I'd like. I'd like to be producing more words (and more finished stories), but I'm definitely trending upward, so that's good. I'm even seeing some money from my writing now. Nowhere near enough to constitute even a part-time job's worth (if that were the case, I wouldn't need an outside job), but that too is trending upward as I publish more material, and that should continue.

I started self-publishing in January of this year. Dean has written repeatedly that you won't REALLY know how you're selling for months. Smashwords, for instance, publishes your work to a bunch of other retailers (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Kobo, Diesel, Apple, and others) both domestically and abroad. Some of those sites report monthly, others quarterly. Then Smashwords has to report to you. If one or more sites are slow to report, it could be near the end of the SECOND quarter (or even the one after that) before you find out how well you sold in JANUARY.

I've made money in three digits (excluding cents) so far this year. Not a lot, but it's a start--and I'm only just starting to see results from downstream sites (as explained above). Plus, in January I only had a couple of stories up. Now I'm up to over a dozen; given months and months to wait before all the sales on all of those are reported and...there's no telling. In the mean time, I need to write, write, write and publish, publish, publish.

I'll be attending a workshop on self-publishing in October. I got my first assignment for that class by email today. I was to read Dean's "How To Think Like A Publisher blog posts (done); choose a publisher name (Gelastic press--long since done), and establish accounts on Smashwords (ditto), PubIt (ditto), Amazon (ditto), and Createspace (done), register my Publisher name with the state as a DBA (done today), and establish a bank account I can use with all the above publishing account (also done).

I've started running again. The Couch Potato to 5K program. I downloaded an app to my phone that tells me when to run and when to walk, and keep track of mileage and pace. I'm going to have to get an audio & music-streaming bluetooth headset, though. Carrying the phone is a pain in the ass when I'm running, and when it's in its belt pouch I CAN'T HEAR IT. Still, it's a useful app; I don't have to carry a stopwatch and try to remember which intervals I'm doing on a given day. My legs are very sore; after being bedridden for a while, and very low energy for so long afterward, I have no stamina and no strength.

But that's why I started running again, so I can get that back.

Time for lunch now. I didn't eat breakfast.

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If it loads at all, it takes forever. When it DOES load, I get maybe four or five journal entries. If I refresh the page, another two or three get added. And two or three more if I refresh again. And again. And again.
13th-Jul-2011 12:17 pm - Pitches, Blurbs & Taglines
Simon Jester Precious Metals
That's the name of the writing workshop I returned from yesterday afternoon. I spent a long weekend--from 7 p.m. Saturday to about 1:30 p.m. Tuesday--at the Historic Anchor Inn in Lincoln City with a dozen other writers learning the delicate art of selling our work to potential readers via...pitches, blurbs, and taglines.

Unlike a previous workshop I'd attended, which had to do with busting myths about writing, and explaining how you can make a living at it and which was mostly lecture, this one involved writing. We got together first early Saturday evening. Dean Wesley Smith, the instructor, talked about the topic and what a good blurb involved. Then we were given two stories (one by Dean, one by Kristine Rusch) to read, with instructions to write blurbs and back cover copy about them for the next session at 11 a.m. Sunday.

I sweated over that project, as did we all. Sunday morning we got together and distributed copies of our efforts and then we read them, each of noting down whether or not we'd buy* the story based solely on each blurb. Nothing more. No critique, no commentary, just a binary decision like a reader in a bookstore (or cruising Amazon): buy or don't buy.

After that, we went over each one as a group, led by Dean, discussing what worked and what didn't, and why. The ultimate no-no was using passive constructions ("to be" in any form). That was an automatic re-do: you had to revise that project for Dean in addition to the new assignments. Then we were given three more stories to read and write blurbs and cover copy for. Oh--and we had to do a blurb for one of our own stories.

That's how it went all weekend. We got reading and writing assignments, then went over them together, then got more for the next session. We ended by doing blurbs and cover copy for THREE of our own stories, as well an exercise in writing taglines, and a requirement to write our own author bios.

We didn't distribute the bios, or even show them to Dean. The point was to get us to write them, since a lot of writers (being introverts) tend to resist doing them--but they're as much a sales tool as anything else. Readers (or editors) who have something in common with you, or who can see that you have experience that applies to a story you're promoting, will be favorably inclined toward you.

It was good practice. Seeing how a dozen other people approached the same story and generated wildly different results (both good and bad), really highlighted what sort of things worked and which didn't. I learned a lot, and I'll be putting it to use. I'll be revising most of my online book pages, adding taglines to covers, modifying blurbs, and adding author info.

It was a good weekend. About half the class was staying for a follow-up workshop on being your own publisher. I'll be taking that class in October.

*"Buy" in this context means, would you open the book and look at the story opening? The point of a blurb or of cover copy is to get you interested enough to investigate further. Whether the writing itself sells you on the story is another issue and not relevant to this workshop.

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Time flies when you're having fun.

Or not.

I've recovered from my exciting medical adventures...mostly. I have very little stamina after my illness, and all that time lying around. It's easy to overdo it, to work a little too hard and then wind up exhausted enough that I do little or nothing the next day. It's a fine line to walk; if you don't do enough, you can't improve your fitness, but if you do too much it wears you out and you risk losing ground while you recover.

Occasionally, if I squat or crouch to do something and then stand too quickly, I get light-headed and dizzy. And my sleep schedule has been all screwed up, too. While sick in bed, and then while in the hospital, I slept, basically, when I was too tired NOT to sleep. The clock had little or nothing to do with it. So now that I'm on the mend, I've had real trouble sleeping when I should.

I'll go to bed and lie awake forever, tossing and turning, and rotating like a leg of lamb on a spit (prone, one my left side, supine, on my right side, over and over again). Or my feet dance. The thing is, I'm sleepy when I go to bed, but I'm unable to relax and go to sleep. I end up restless in bed or I get up for a while. I've been getting to sleep (again, when I'm exhausted) about 3 or 4 in the morning. Or one night recently, not at all.* Last night I finally managed to get to sleep around midnight-thirty or 1 a.m. and slept til morning. So I hope the worst is behind me.

In non-medical news...

Snippy and I attended a Fourth (Third) of July BBQ hosted by one of our gaming group up in Vancouver. A couple of other gaming group members were there, along with a few other people. It was small, but very enjoyable. We ate, we drank, we talked about games and gaming and movies and television, and generally had a wonderful time. Snippy provided homemade banana ice cream for dessert, which was a big hit. After dark we set off lots of fireworks.

We really enjoyed that party. It was a very pleasant, relaxed time.

On Monday Snippy and I had a lovely picnic lunch together. She asked me to arrange it, so I did. We abandoned our plans to picnic at Happy Valley Park, which was teeming with Fourth of July celebrants. We drove around, visiting Willamette National Cemetary (which a very peaceful place, and lovely), and then had our picnic at another park a few miles away. We sat in the shade, ate our sandwiches (and chips), drank our drinks, read our books, and had some nice, relaxed conversations. Plus, lemon tarts for dessert!

That was another very relaxed, enjoyable outing. Our ideal outing is a trip to the coast, to the beach; but this was almost as good, and a lot easier and cheaper and less time-consuming to achieve. We'll be doing it again, often. It gets us out of the apartment, and just doing that makes it easier to relax. There's sunshine (or shade) and fresh air--and a delightful absence of visual reminders of all the endless chores waiting to be done. It's easy to forget just how oppressive that constant (but often unconscious) pressure can be. Getting out and away from it all is a big help.

Thursday evening, Snippy and I will be gaming. It's the second session of a new GURPS steampunk-style game. We're revising her character (a voudun) and I'm swapping out my original character idea (a ghost) for something else entirely. I designed him by 3rd edition rules, but I can't afford him under 4th edition--plus, he just wouldn't be as much fun to play as I'd imagined. So I'm bringing in a minor Spanish noble, a spy for the Spanish government tasked to obtain magical/high-tech treasures for his masters, to aid Spain in becoming more of a power in the world. He's immortal, having drunk from the Fountain of Youth centuries ago.**

This weekend I'll be going to the coast solo for a four-day writing workshop. Dean Wesley Smith and Kristine Rusch are teaching a workshop on writing blurbs, story pitches, back cover copy and other promotional text to help sell your stories/novels. As I am currently self-publishing, I think I can use all the advice and practice I can get. There'll be a lot of writing involved, so I spent the morning making sure my laptop would talk to my printer (I'll be taking them to the workshop), which required buying a USB cable. But now it's ready to rock and roll.

*Well, maybe a few brief catnaps, but I never remember them happening. I laid awake until the sun rose.

**But, of course, in classic pulp fashion, either the fountain itself or the treacherous and unstable route by which one may reach it, was destroyed shortly thereafter, so no sharing its bounty with my friends and relatives....

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22nd-Jun-2011 09:33 pm - Progress!
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I saw the surgeon this morning for my scheduled one week post-hospitalization visit. We went to his office in the Pearl district rather than to the hospital. The building is laid out very badly in our opinion. We went in the door with the street address we were given, where a receptionist led us into another part of the building (near another entrance with a different street address) to an elevator. We rode up to the second floor, walked through an empty section and finally found the door to the surgeon's offices. A badly designed building, definitely.

On the other hand, my visit with the surgeon took five minutes. He asked some questions, checked my drain, and removed it. All it took afterward was a band-aid for the tiny incision where the tube had been. He warned me to be on the lookout for symptoms that might indicate we'd removed the drain too soon--he doesn't think so, but it's a slight possibility--which would be fevers, chills, nausea, but mostly pain. I won't soon forget the terrible pain I experienced. If anything like that recurs, trust me, I'll yell bloody murder for a doctor.

Otherwise, I'm good to go. I have one more dose of IV antibiotics to take, then the visiting nurse will come to remove the midline IV. I'll be a while recovering my strength--Snippy hasn't fully recovered from HER bout with pneumonia, and she was sick before I was and wasn't AS sick as I was by a long shot. So it'll be a while. But I feel more relieved than words can say to have that drain out. I think I'd focused all my fears and distress on that thing.

I have a CT scan scheduled for mid-July, and the surgeon will do a colonoscopy on me in about three months; we still want to find out what caused this and make sure it won't recur. But barring backsliding, now it's just a matter of recovering my strength.

Snippy and I went out to dinner tonight. First time since before we both got sick in early May. It was nice to spend some time together doing something enjoyable instead of worrying over chores or medical stuff. As Snippy often says, the bad things will happen whether we like it or not, but it's up to us to make sure to arrange for good times too.

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20th-Jun-2011 10:52 pm - More Medical Fun
Simon Jester Precious Metals
In our last exciting episode (June 3) I had a thoracentesis. The doctors drew fluid off my lung to help my breathing. And it did. For a day or so.

Alas, I got worse still. I spent a week taking antibiotics, and suffering from fevers and sweats, and terrible pain in my belly. I thought the pain was due to constipation and gas from the hydrocodone and codeine I was taking. It would seem to ease slightly over the course of a day, but it always came roaring back. And it was bad, really bad. I had never imagined that constipation and gas could be so agonizing.

Well, one thing led to another, and finally my doctor had me come into the hospital on June 10th. My wife left work to drive me to the hospital. I checked in, settled into a room, and eventually got a CT scan. My doctors consulted the results and then took me down to radiology again*, where they inserted a tube into my lung (through my back) to drain off as much of the fluid as possible. There was plenty of it, and infected to boot.

Over the next few days, I was in miserable shape, so sick and weak that I didn't really give a damn what they did to me despite my normal aversion to needles. Insert an IV? Numerous blood draws? Poke a tube into my torso? Sure, whatever. I spent another night in terrible pain until they gave me morphine, which helped...a little. Finally, they started giving me Dilaudid (a VERY potent narcotic), which gave me relief. I got an IV hit of it every two hours for a while.

They took me down to radiology for another, more complete CT scan, having discovered that I had an abscess in my abdomen. While I was there, they put ANOTHER tube in me, this time in my belly, to drain the abscess. All this time was on nearly constant IV antibiotics, as well as fluids. I was allowed nothing by mouth for about three days because they thought they might have to do surgery. It didn't happen, thankfully, but it was a near thing.

I spent six days in the hospital before being discharged this past Thursday. They removed the chest tube, but left the drain my abdomen, and put in a midline IV in my left upper arm. I came home, where I've been resting. A home care nurse came to see me the next day to change the dressings around my IV and drain, and to show me how to give myself IV antibiotics. I flush the drain twice a day with saline, and give myself a daily injection of another antibiotic, in addition to a number of oral medicines (include antibiotic pills) I'm taking for a week.

In a couple of days I'll see one of my doctors (a surgeon), when--I hope and pray--he'll remove the drain from my side. In four weeks I'll get another CT scan and see a pulmonary doctor to check up on my lung. I'm also going to have to get a colonoscopy (oh boy oh boy!) because they still aren't sure what happened. Apparently I had like ten doctors consulting on my case; I was the medical mystery of the week. They don't think the lung issue (caused by pneumonia) is related to the abdominal issue, but doctors--like cops--don't like coincidences either, so they really aren't sure what happened (as far as I know). Possibly it was a rupture of some kind in my colon (diverticulitis?) or maybe my appendix. A colonoscopy and/or CT scan may reveal the cause, and determine whether surgery is required down the line to fix it and/or make sure it doesn't recur. I hope it isn't necessary, but we'll do what we have to do.

So now I know that consistent or recurring severe belly pain is more serious than I thought at the time. This has been a miserable two months. My lovely wife was down with the nasty virus that causes pneumonia for much of May, and then I got it--and things went from bad to worse. She's still recovering her strength, while working full time AND taking care of me AND keeping food and supplies in the house AND trying to do some of the housework that's accumulated while we were both sick for a month. She's a rock, and I can't say how much I love and admire her.

The physical pain on this whole ordeal was bad enough, but I was completely unprepared for the emotional cost. The first couple of days of my hospital stay I was too weak and sick to feel much of anything, but as I started to improve (marginally at first), I was paradoxically feeling better enough to feel bad.

I felt like the situation was never going to end, that the rest of my life would be spent in this state, with tubes in one side of my body, an IV in the other, and simply getting up to walk to the bathroom was a major feat. I felt like I'd be feeble and dependent forever. I would never be as healthy and active as I'd been before I'd gotten sick so very long ago. I broke into tears a number of times, filled with despair and grief, and afraid that Snippy would leave me because I wasn't just not a help to her, but a burden. One she didn't need in addition to all her other burdens. She, of course, consoled me and reassured me that my fears were groundless.

I didn't sleep well in the hospital. All the jokes about being awakened frequently have a basis in fact. I had IVs started and changed, was awakened for blood draws, or to check my vital signs, to take pills (when I could take things by mouth again) and so forth. I slept when I was too exhausted NOT to sleep, or when a hit of dilaudid made me feel lightheaded and relaxed. But I spent a lot of time dozing, not really sleeping but too punchy to have any attention to pay to things. I had my Nook with me, but I never read anything the whole time I was in the hospital, I just didn't have the mental energy.

I often woke in the night covered in sweat (I had fevers for days, even after they started the IV antibiotics). I remember waking one night covered in sweat, and feeling like I was in a nightmare. I stripped off my sweat-soaked hospital gown and sat there with sweat soaking my hair and cooling on my skin all over, tethered by IV and drain tubes, ready to cry or scream or both, feeling trapped in a dark, empty hospital, afraid that if I called for a nurse nobody would come. I knew on one level that it wasn't true, but I felt that way. It was like being chained down, imprisoned by my own rebellious body, in a nightmarish scenario that would never end.

That was probably the nadir of my time in the hospital. The next day, I was frantic to get out. Not ready, physically, but I'd reached the end of my emotional rope. I wanted nothing as much as I wanted to escape my situation.

I'm home now. I've been home for five days. I still have occasional moments of despair and grief, and fear that I'm a useless burden on my wife, who deserves far better. But they're passing, and I'm getting stronger. I'll be a long while recuperating completely (my wife hasn't entirely recovered from her own bout of pneumonia and she wasn't as sick as I was), but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Most of the time, anyhow.

I'm sleeping on a separate bed from my wife, an inflatable bed we bought when I came home from the hospital. I fear to share our bed with her while I have the drain in my side. An irrational fear, probably, but I feel better for having a bed to myself. Plus, she needs her sleep given that she's working fulltime in addition to all the other chores that have fallen to her, so I hope it lets her sleep better too.

I'm really, really hoping to get this damn drain out of my side this week. And then the IV midline as well, once I'm done with the antibiotic injections. Those will be big days for me. In the mean time, I'm resting a lot, taking naps when I can, and generally doing my best to heal up. I'm also moving around the apartment at times, and even doing a few chores. They need doing and I need the exercise after spending so much time lying in bed, plus the exercise tires me out so I can sleep.

This has been quite an experience. It's not over yet, especially if I end up needing surgery later on. But if I won't be back to normal for a while, I can at least see it from here. Which I couldn't a few days ago (and still can't on increasingly infrequent occasions). I'm sure some of this will find its way into my writing eventually, too. "Write what you know," they say. And I know a hell of a lot more about some things now than I ever did before.

*Apparently, in addition to doing CT and MRI scans, they specialize in putting tubes in you down there.

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3rd-Jun-2011 12:37 pm - Thoracentesis ahoy!
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I think I spelled that right. I've been sick in bed for going on two weeks now. Saw my doctor a week ago Monday and got an Rx for antibiotics and an inhaler. It seemed to help some, but this past weekend I started feeling worse. Severe pain in my back and chest when I coughed, moved too much, or breathed deeply. Which made it difficult to sleep, unsurprisingly. Called in Tuesday morning to the doctor on call, who told me to take 4-6 hits on my inhaler each time instead of 2, and wrote an Rx for oral steroids as well. Those worked quite well, but I also saw my doctor on Wednesday because the issues weren't improving. She wrote me an Rx for codeine cough syrup and hydrocodone pills for the pain, and had me get a chest x-ray.

My doctor called later that night to tell me the x-rays showed I had pleural effusion (liquid on my lung). She also said that if I spiked a fever again (now that I'd nearly finished my antibiotic course) to let her know, as it would suggest that there was another infection. Yesterday I felt pretty good until evening, when the muscles in my stomach and abdomen started to pain me (probably because I overworked THEM while trying to ease the muscles of my upper torso.

And this morning I had a fever. Again. So I called the doctor's office and left a message, as instructed. A few calls back and forth, and at 1:30 my lovely and talented wife drove me to the hospital radiology department. We checked in, I got an ultrasound of my back, which confirmed that my left lung was clear but that there was about a quart (a QUART) of fluid on my right lung, which would explain my pain and shortness of breath.

After the ultrasound, I sat under a warm blanket for a few minutes, then the doctor came in to give me a local (lidocaine) in my back, and then spend about five or ten minutes drawing fluid off my lung (The wikipedia page on thoracentesis gives a very good description of the procedure). He couldn't get it all because it was thicker than he expected, and clearly infected. But he got a lot of it. That alone, they told me, should make me feel better in a couple of hours--my lung would reinflate and I'd be able to breathe more easily and with less pain. And I am feeling some better now, though happy to be back in bed at home.

I also got some blood drawn for a battery of tests. I imagine that in the next day or two (or by Monday) I'll find out the results and be given an Rx for another course of antibiotics to squelch whatever crap is in my lung.

In the mean time, more time in bed, regular daily doses of oral steroids, use of an inhaler, advil, and codeine cough syrup (with optional vicodin pill up to twice a day when i need it, though I mostly take just one at bedtime to help me sleep).

My lovely and talented wife has been an absolute trooper through this whole adventure, especially since she's still exhausted and recovering from her OWN bout with this bug. I love her and admire her more than I can.

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15th-May-2011 01:17 pm - The Week In Review
Simon Jester Precious Metals
It has sucked. Full stop.

It started off pretty good. My lovely and talented wife, Snippy, and I went to Lincoln City for the weekend. Got up Saturday morning and drove down. Got a nice suite overlooking the ocean. We could see and hear the surf from our room. Had delicious meals at Kyllo's restaurant. Returned home Sunday afternoon.

Alas, Snippy was already succumbing to illness when we went to the coast. By Sunday afternoon, she was considerably worse. I wasn't doing great, myself.

So...she missed a week of work. She's been deathly ill, feverish, with headaches, sinus pressure, sinus drainage, wracked by coughs, barely able to lie in bed (or, occasionally, sit in the recliner next to the bed) and watch tv when she wasn't up to reading. I've been waiting on her hand and foot. On Thursday, when it was clear that she was not getting any better, she called her doctor. Phone discussions followed, and she received an Rx for antibiotics. I went and picked them up. She's improving now--the fever's gone and she has some life in her again--but clearly isn't over it yet. She's probably going to stay home from work again tomorrow.

I'm sick as well. I don't know if it's the same thing, only less intense, or if it's something else. But while I have fatigue, sinus pressure, headache, sinus drainage, a persistent cough, and general malaise, I'm not bedridden. (Which is not to say that I haven't slept or dozed plenty when I had the chance--it doesn't take much to exhaust me at the moment.) But taking care of her, and the occasional short trip out to the drug or grocery store for foodstuffs or supplies is about all I'm good for lately. I sure as heck haven't written anything this week. I have no concentration.

Twoson has it too. Just like me. We're a fun, sickly bunch at the moment.

On the plus side, I got a personal rejection on a short story. The editor "was impressed" with the story, though he couldn't use it, and invited me to send them more. He said he wasn't generally interested in vampire stories, but he was "engrossed" by mine, which was an atypical tale. So...yay!

I've been exploring Second Life on my computer lately. Largely because it requires almost no brainpower to do. I'll have plenty to say about it, eventually. But right now...I don't have the concentration to really go into it. And I should go check up on my poor sick wife anyhow.


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6th-May-2011 02:44 pm - I think I'm depressed.
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Or at least, I'm unmotivated, tired, want to sleep a lot, and generally feel like I'm just marking time--even when I'm doing things. I've been running errands today, but all the time I wanted nothing more than to just go home, and sit or lie down.

We have plans to go out to see THOR tonight with another couple. It seemed like a great idea when I proposed it, and it seemed like a great idea all week. Right now it seems like a burden, one I wish I could just cancel. Even though I know that once I'm in the theatre, I'll most likely have a good time.

We're going to the beach for the weekend, too. Originally, that trip was for my lovely and talented wife's benefit. It always recharges her, and she's had a hard time of it these last few months, what with moving from our house to an apartment, moving her office, dealing with springtime allergies (probably aggravated by all the dust raised in the moves), and everything else. But at this point, I'm looking forward to it as a rest as well. Sitting in our room with the sliding glass door open, listening to and watching the surf, and reading and snuggling with my sweetie sound like a great idea. Sitting on the beach, even better (assuming the weather is nice).

And I feel guilty about complaining about this because she's the one who's working a full time job. But there it is.

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24th-Apr-2011 11:29 pm - Second Life
Simon Jester Precious Metals
One of the advantages of going back to Windows is being able to run most any app or game, rather than having to wonder if it's been designed with linux users in mind, or whether someone has ported a version to Linux. The other day I stumbled across a reference to Second Life and decided to give it a try.

I've spent a few hours on it now, and I have to say...I'm not sure I see the point. I created two accounts: one female, one male. My female avatar got crudely propositioned for sex Friday night (well, Saturday morning, really) about 1 a.m. So there's that.

I'm sure there's fun to be had there, if you know where to find it, but I don't. So far I've spent my time aimlessly wandering, toying with my avatar's appearance, and generally finding places that are either empty of other users or full of users...and so laggy that it's maddening. I suppose you can role-play, but...why do it on SL? Why not on a dedicated game MMORPG, where they don't have to constantly update your environment in real time because it's almost ALL user-generated as opposed to pre-generated maps with users running around on it?

Ditto for chatting. Why bother entering a virtual world to chat? You can chat just fine with lots of less band-width gobbling programs.

I haven't entirely given up on it yet, but I'm close. There just doesn't seem to be much there there.

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23rd-Apr-2011 12:14 am - Brain Surgery....
Simon Jester Precious Metals
Well, not really. But it felt like it.

I downloaded and installed a GURPS character creation program, GURPS Character Sheet. My gaming group is talking about maybe playing GURPS when we're done with the current D&D 3.0 adventure. So I thought a program to help me generate characters would be helpful. A little Goggling led to this program, which was free, fairly well reviewed, and java based.

I downloaded it from Sourceforge, which is a trustworthy site. Extracted the archived files, and tried to run it. Kept getting the error message "Windows cannot find the file javaw. Please check the spelling and try again"...or words to that effect.

More Googling followed. Lots of people trying to run lots of programs have talked about this. Seems that Java isn't necessarily in the command path for programs you've installed, so it doesn't load. I Googled for how to fix this.

It's simple. Just open a command line and check the path statement. Then go into the innards of your operating system, modify the "path" setting in environmental variables so the java directory is included, and presto! You're golden.

Yeah, right.

One of the reasons I switched over to linux some years ago was that linxus (cleverly) segregates the various levels of the software. You can monkey around with desktop settings, for instance, or programs, to your heart's content, and it's almost impossible to fuck up your underlying OS. If you screw up, it's usually fairly easy to undo. (Not always, I admit. I made a few colossal mistakes over the years, but...mostly.)

Whenever I'm trying to modify the operation of my Windows machine, on the other hand, it feels like trying to defuse a bomb. One small mistakes and blam! I'll destroy the entire goddamn system and have to reinstall the OS from the DVD and redownload all my programs and re-set all my lovingly selected options.

More Googling. How, exactly do I do this? I watched several video tutorials on the process. Then, with bated breath, I did in fact modify the PATH statement for the environmental variables. worked. The program runs now. And the system didn't explode or anything.

Still feels like I dodged a bullet. Time now to relax and wipe my sweating brow.

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4th-Apr-2011 10:18 pm - It's official, sports fans!
Simon Jester Precious Metals
My hard drive is dying. I spent several hours on a complete checkdisk routine, which told me everything was fine. The computer rebooted, and I started using it, and...the warning that my hard drive was dying popped up again.

So I googled the message, found some message threads on the subject, and a link to the Seatools software produced by Seagate (makers my hard drive) for disk diagnostics. I downloaded it, ran it, and--yes, the hard drive is failing.

I called the shop that built my computer. "Hi, I bought my computer from you in January, and now I'm getting pop-up warnings that my hard drive is failing." The guy on the other end of the line said, "Those warnings are usually accurate," which is exactly what I didnt' want to hear. He checked, and they have more of that same drive (a 1TB hard drive) in stock, so tomorrow I'll take the computer out there and they'll swap in a new drive.

So far the only evidence of hard drive failure is the periodic warning pop-up. But since it could fail at any time, apparently, I want to get it fixed ASAP. Plus, I'm >this close< to finishing a story I want to get up on Smashwords and the other sites, so the sooner I get this problem squared away, the better.

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4th-Apr-2011 11:31 am - Well, THAT'S unsettling....
Simon Jester Precious Metals
I'm trying to write, and I keep getting pop-up warnings that my hard drive could fail. I've only had this computer since January!

I keep all my files backed up off-site. Not programs--those are either on CD or can be downloaded from the interwebz if I ever need to reinstall. But all my files--documents, pictures, emails, etc. are all backed up. But still.

I bought this PC with a second hard drive. Originally I intended to (eventually) install some flavor of Linux on it. Instead, I've initialized it and I am currently doing a disk image backup of the main hard drive...just in case.

Not how I wanted to start my week.

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3rd-Apr-2011 08:12 pm - Memes, Combined Arms, and Whatnot
Simon Jester Precious Metals
First, a meme. The AO3 (Archive Of Our Own, a fanfic repository) site has enabled user subscriptions, so you can get emails when someone updates. I haven't done so recently, and probably won't, since I'm writing original fic these days. But just in case you're dying to see what I've posted there:

I'm at faviconSinanju on the AO3. Subscribe to me - fandoms in the immediate queue include Dead Like Me, Highlander, and Grey's Anatomy! (You'll need to log in to see the subscribe button.)

I've been playing a lot of Battlefield 1942 on my new Windows machine, using keyboard and mouse as God intended, no matter what other misguided souls may claim. I tried playing Battlefield 1943 on X-Box Live, but I hate hate hate the handheld controller, mostly because I can't use it for shit. Plus, they only have one map available to play: Wake Island. Which is a fun map--I've been playing that one a lot on my PC, along with Stalingrad and Berlin--but just the one map gets old.

So I've mostly been playing the Medic class. Advantage: you can heal yourself of injuries. Disadvantage: your primary weapon isn't great at long range. Sometimes I play the Scout (sniper) class; or, rarely, the Engineer. I play the engineer mostly when I'm spending a lot of time manning the anti-aircraft gun, because I can repair the gun when it takes damage.

The game is good for teaching you the value of combined arms. The AA gun is extremely effective at shooting down enemy aircraft, which will otherwise strafe and bomb the bejesus out of your guys. But it's hard to do that when the bad guy infantry can walk up and shoot you in the head because nobody was around to defend you. Or their tanks can blow you to pink mist for the same reason.

Ditto, when I'm running around shooting other bad guys, I do pretty well...unless I run into a tank. Then I'm screwed...unless an anti-tank guy is there to demoralize him (and by "demoralize" I mean "destroy"). But he needs ME to defend HIM from the enemy anti-tank guy with the bazooka. And we need the AA gunner to keep the enemy aircraft from ruining our day.

I'm still playing solo. I've tried to join a couple of online games just to try them on, but I always get a "wrong version" error message. I haven't bothered downloading patches for the base game. So far I haven't wanted to try the online game enough to bother doing so. I may not. The drawback to solo play is that some maps--the desert maps, mostly--are too big and empty to be much fun, even with bots. But Wake Island, Berlin and Stalingrad are crowded, deadly, fun maps.

One of the larger romance epublishers (Samhain, I believe) has put out a call for manuscripts for a superhero romance anthology at "any heat level". Which means my smutty superhero erotica is just what they're looking for. So I plan to write a couple and submit them. That should be fun.

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As regular readers of my journal know, I recently bought a new PC and went slinking back to the Evil Empire in Redmond. I have to say that Windows 7 has been a better experience than I feared. And I told myself that one of the advantages of going back to Windows was being able to play games again. Computer games.

Not I repeat not CONSOLE games. COMPUTER games. I hate console gaming. More specifically, I hate those damn handheld controllers that I can't work worth a damn. I want to use a keyboard and a mouse to move my guy and aim my weapons, the way god intended. So now that I had a Windows machine again, I could that. First thing I did was join Steam and download XCOM: UFO Defense. They provide a version of this nineties game that will run under Win7. I've been having fun with it.

But I wanted more. And the other day, while at the mall, I popped into Gamestop. I remember when that store was mostly computer games, with a few console games available. Over the years it has mutated until the PC games are relegated a single floor stand in the back. Everything else is endless racks of games for Nintendo, Playstation, Wii, Xbox and the like. But among the PC games on that sad lonely stand was a collector's pack of the Battlefield 1942 series. The original, Road to Rome, Secret Weapons of WWII, and Battlefield Vietnam. Plus the map editor and mod kit for those who want to roll their own. All for $10.

I've bought the game before, lo these many years ago (long before I took a multi-year detour into Linux. But god alone knows where the game disks are, and whether I still have the boxes with the CD keys. Plus, I never got Secret Weapons or BF Vietnam anyhow. And the whole thing was only $10, so I wanted it.

I didn't buy it immediately, though. I went home and checked online to be sure it would run under Windows 7. And lo it will. So I went back to the mall today and bought it. Installed it. And I've been playing it. I love it! That stupid handheld controller is such a lame interface compared to keyboard and mouse. I can't believe so many people prefer that*. I've only been playing the single-player game against bots so far** and may or may not venture out into the world again. I checked and there are still active BF1942 servers out there, but I'd probably have to download updates and patches before I could join them, and I'm not sure it's worth it. We'll see.

In other news, I've spent several enjoyable hours reading old Stargate: SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis fic. I've discovered that the TV Tropes website often has links to really god fanfic sites. Even if the stories they recommend don't grab me, they usually lead me to stories that do interest me. And so it was this weekend. I've read some very good stuff.

Speaking of good stuff, I've finished the first Marla Mason novel (Blood Engines) by T. A. (Tim) Pratt. I enjoyed it very much, so I bought the second one (Poison Sleep) and I'm reading that now too. I really, really like these. It's urban fantasy--our heroine Marla is the chief sorceror of the fictional city of Felsport--but utterly lacking in angst or romance. Just lots of imaginative magic and butt-kicking action. I highly recommend this series.

*Okay, i realize that mostly what they prefer is not having to constantly play catch-up on the cutting edge machines necessary to play the latest games. You buy an Xbox and you just play until, eventually, you buy a new one. No endless chase for more CPU, more RAM, better graphics card, etc. But man, the interface just SUCKS! Would it kill Microsoft or Nintendo or whoever to allow people to use keyboard and mouse as an option?

**Even using keyboard and mouse, I'm only a mediocre player at best. My online handle when I was active in online multi-player BF1942 gaming, was Bullet Sponge for a very good reason.

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12th-Mar-2011 10:07 pm - A new fandom
Simon Jester Precious Metals
So as part of my unofficial effort to read more short fiction, I subscribed to Daily Science Fiction, a website which posts, well, a new SF story every day. They also email them to subscribers. Some of them are great, some not so great. A lot of it is a matter of taste, of course. Sometimes I really, really like a story, sometimes I don't, sometimes I read a few paragraphs and just can't bring myself to care.

Friday I got "Shark's Teeth" by T. A. Pratt in my daily email. It was a story about Marla Mason, a modern day sorceror. So it's urban fantasy, but not typical urban fantasy. To quote from the website, This series follows the adventures of Marla Mason, an ass-kicking sorcerer who doesn’t wear a leather catsuit, doesn’t suffer from low self-esteem, doesn’t wallow in angst, and is almost always absolutely certain she’s right… even when she’s dead wrong. It’s got monsters. It’s got sarcasm. It’s got death, destruction, sex parties, ancient gods, wisecracks, artifacts, oracles, dark alleys, and magical daggers. Come and see.

I really like this character, and I like the writing. The writer's sensibilities closely match mine, so I found the dialogue, characters, and worldbuilding very entertaining. I read a long prequel story online last night, laughing out loud repeatedly. Now, of course, I have to go out and buy all the novels. A very "First World" problem to have, to be sure.

Closer to home, a short story I was working on this week got shunted into the "unfinished, save for later" folder. I tried repeatedly to finish it, but there was no connecting thread holding the scenes together. So I've put it aside. Eventually I'll find a way to finish it, or pull out pieces to use in other works.

I've got a copy of an indie role-playing game called CAPES. (Someone on my friends list used to post about this game, but damned if I can remember who after all this time. A few weeks ago, I found a copy at a local game store, so I bought it.) It's a superhero role-playing game of the "no GM, distributed authority, collaborative storytelling" sort. Today my lovely and talented wife told me she'd picked it up and read some of it, and she really liked what she saw and wanted to try it out.

So tomorrow we're going to give it a whirl. It looks like it could be fun, I agree, and if it is perhaps when our gaming group gets done playing the current D&D 3.0 game, we'll try this for a bit.

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6th-Mar-2011 10:17 pm - Two Weeks...
Simon Jester Precious Metals
My, how time flies sometimes, when you're having fun. Or, you know, not.

I've been having vivid dreams lately, which probably means something. I had a strange, semi-lucid dream recently. I woke up one morning before my alarm clock went off and I wanted very much to go back to sleep before it did. I was lying there trying to do just that when I noticed someone walking around in the bedroom. I knew it wasn't my lovely wife, so I asked, "Who's there?"

No answer. I asked again. "Who's there?"

Still no answer, though I caught  glimpse of someone in a gray suit just going toward the door. "Who's there, dammit!" I yelled. The figure turns and walks over to stand by the bed. It's my youngest brother. He looks at me, then leans over and says, "I'm here to tell you that you are sleeping."

At which point I realize that he's right. I am asleep and I'm having a lucid dream. He, having delivered his message, then turns and walks out of the bedroom. I call to him through the open door, "As long as you're here, send some hot starlet in here!" After all, I figure, no reason not to waste a perfectly good lucid dream. Alas, then I really did wake up.

Writing Stuff ahead--be warned.

I've been struggling with my writing for a while, trying to recapture my mojo since the long hiatus while I was packing up to sell the house, then moving, and unpacking, and dealing with the household-wide illness following the move. It's been slow. Much slower than I'd hoped or expected, but I think--I hope--I've regained my footing.

I finished and submitted a new story this week. The first one in far too long, but only the first of many, if I can keep at it. I sent it to Ellora's Cave, an erotic romance epublisher, much larger (with a much bigger audience) than Cobblestone Press. If they accept it, I hope it will garner more sales than I've made there.

I've also got five short erotica tales epublished at Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble (and Sony, Kobo, and other sites via Smashwords' distribution agreements). I've assembled them into a single compilation file as well, and will be publishing that tonight or tomorrow as well. The individual stories have been priced at $0.99 each; the collection will go for $2.99, which a) will save money for anyone who wanted to buy all five stories, and b) will net me a much bigger piece of the pie (70% of $2.99, or $2.09 rather than 35% of $0.99, which would add up to $1.75 if someone bought all five short stories individually).

I am following Dean Wesley Smith's advice in this regard. I've been reading his blog religiously, where he's been discussing the changes in publishing, and chronicling his experiences (and others') as they try to learn how to surf the wave of change. One of the things I keep reading, in Dean's blog, as well as in others by other writers, is that it may be better financially to pursue self-publication than to try to sell a book to New York. I've seen a number of people run the numbers based on typical advances, sales, accounting, and whatnot, and it seems to be true.

Nor are they cherrypicking the handful of people who've been making huge sales (and profits) self-publishing. I won't try to summarize it all here (read Dean's blog, or Kristine Kathryn Rusch's blog, or J. A. Konrath, or Mike Resnick, and others to get the full story). But it seems to make sense.

Add to that, that there are no publication length restrictions in epublishing. Unlike traditional publishing, you can write short stories, novellas and novelettes (or "short novels"), novels, or gigantic doorstop epics. It's all good. You're not limited to the lengths New York can profitably publish and sell. Whatever length the story needs to be is a publishable length. Nobody has any real handle on the "right" price yet, though there are strongly held opinions; I think probably price will ultimately settle down to fairly standard pricing based on overall length, but that's just a guess.

So rather than try to write to an arbitrary 90-120,000 word length, I want to try to produce more but shorter works. Traditionally published novels used to be much shorter than they are now, from 30,000 words on up. There were always exceptions (romance, for instance, or "men's adventure" series*, westerns, and the like), but for a long time anything longer than a short story but not a full-length (by the ever-growing standard of NYC publishing) novel was hard to get published anywhere.

Epublishing has no paper costs, no minimum page or word count. Shorter works, priced below what paperbacks (to say nothing of hardbacks) cost are a viable option again. I've even seen it suggested that old-fashioned serials, continuing stories written and published at regular intervals are a possibility. I'm not planning to try that, but I see no reason why it couldn't work.

*The Destroyer novels, for instance. Over140 books in that series, and still going. The Executioner, Able Team, Longarm (a western series), and others. The novels weren't long, but there were a hell of a lot of them. Going back even further, the classic pulp novels (Doc Savage, The Shadow, and others) were similar. No reason you couldn't write something like that and epublish it today.

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