I mailed Darkside off to the agent yesterday. Of course once I'd
sent it off I realized I'd forgotten to sign the cover letter. Oh
well, at least I didn't spell their name wrong. Wait! Did I
spell my name right? Oh, man.
We actually got a half-descent pay raise. And of course the military, in
their infinite wisdom, gave us a raise and then upped the rent on military
housing. Once what was left was filtered through the Wife Processor
Unit, I ended up about where I started.
Still no luck on the writing front. I havenít written a word in about
a month or so. Things have just been too hectic. In the long
run, though, I think the break may have been good for me. Iím just
itching to get back at it. As long as I donít scratch too hard and
leave welts that get all infected and scab over and.... I think maybe
I should stop talking to the Medivac personnel on my breaks.
If children can be tried as adults because of the nature of the crime,
does that mean I can be sent to Juvenile Hall for, say, throwing a baseball
through Mr. Wilsonís window? Or can my dad just promise Mr. Wilson
Iíll pay for the damages out of my paper route money? Didnít think
Sometimes at night I wake up and hear the donkeys crying, but I feel better
after I yell at my toaster. Hey, my son came up with that one.
A chip of the old demented block, isnít he.
A lot of things have happened since my last posting. I turned 40
on April 20th, won an Editorís Choice for Darkside 2 Chapter 2 on the same
day (neat birthday present, huh?) and went to Eeriecon. I didnít
go middle-aged crazy (even if I could afford the sports car, who can afford
the gas?), Iím still not published, and this Electronics Course Iím on
is driving me insane. (Iím thinking of having them brought up on
charges for attempted murder--theyíre boring me to death!) Everyone
keeps telling me there are great things in store for me. Well?
Iím waiting. Come on, Fate, Iím not getting any younger here.
Hereís a little helpful advice, ladies: if your guy is fixing himself something
to eat, and offers to make some for you too, donít say no and then expect
to get some of his later. Once you refuse, heíll make just enough
food to fill up on (no matter how much he makes) and that itsy bitsy little
bite you steal will leave him still hungry. And yes, I speak from