First Chapter

The first chapter of Such Stuff As Dreams is done! Doesn't seem too bad. Nice not to have to dump a body right away.

I am recovered from the Amazon fiasco. Lots of good writers didn't get the nod. Some good ones, did, however. I've been reading a few of the chosen ones and some are good, good, good!

Between Clubs, by John Ochwat, a golf/coming-of-age novel really struck me as excellent.

On the mystery front, Peg Herring's Shakespeare's Blood was also a good read. I liked Murder in Palm Beach (beach read), and my review disappeared. How did that happen? Hindsight Carousel was intriguing. What a crazy party. Glad I'm too old for those anymore.

Today at Toastmaster's I told them about the 2008 banned words. Had the feeling I wasn't coming across. Marching to a different drummer, as usual. If all of us who marched to "different" got up and marched together, what would it look like? A weird dance? A freak army? A religious procession? I give up. Monty Python's silly walks in parade?

So, onward with the new book. And the course I'm taking has made me realize that Festival Madness needs a new opening line. And after two editors already have it. Well, if they get past the first paragraph, maybe it will all work out. How many years have I been saying that?

In a way, it's a relief to NOT be writing about technology. It's such a turn off for some, including many editors and agents who are real technophobes. Not all of us liberal arts types embraced it like yours truly. Why was that? A good reliable paycheck, for starters. And finishers. And compelling, interesting, always a challenge, learn something new, make a machine do your bidding. Lots of reasons. Geeks always march to a different drummer, or is it to the click of a mouse?

Annie and Thisbe were "cats of the day" on some website today. Must go find. Made lasagne rollups for dinner last night. Combined two recipes, one for chicken, one for spinach. A-OK. We're eating it again tonight, along with a nice salad. Found some ranch dressing that isn't too salty.

More snow tomorrow and then, ick, rain. I worked out this morning so will stay in unless the weather is decent.

Onward, and possibly even upward.


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