Let's talk about the pleasures and puzzles of the smaller mystery--mystery novels and other fiction--and the bigger one--life.
Good morning to all. The wind is howling here, which apparently made the dogs want to keep going outside to see if there was another dog out there that they should chase off.
Morning Nancy and Andi.George is such a wuss about wind and rain that he never wants to go out into it. Which in turn makes it harder on me, because I have to pick him up and set him down in the middle of the yard. Once out there I guess he figures what the heck I'm here and just as well get something done.
Do they have tea at this coffee shop? Preferably on ice. Without sugar. Also, wifi would be good.
I've never been able to write in a coffee shop. I'm easily distracted by waitresses, food, smells, the sticky residue on the table, the tacky gunk on the floor, the constant parade of people purchasing paper cups with fluid poured by portly boys or too-perky girls.The alien food eating French Poodle returned in the middle of the night. I can't sleep. Maybe I'll go to the coffee joint and join Paul in a cup of tea. Oh wait! Do they have a cup that big?
Mornin' all. It's a miserable gray day outside, but at 3, I'm off to NJ to visit a friend. (Nancy, I'll say "hi" to Dina for you). Everyone keep warm!
Yup, Rick, I can't write anywhere public. I am a talker (as might be noted from my blog posts). I can't be around people without talking to them. Except the movies.Nancy, If you have time please check out the TEN THINGS list at wyrdsmiths. This looked silly at first, then difficult, and finally revealing. Over at Fangs, Fur & Fey, they're doing a meme asking writers to list the answer to "Top Ten Signs This Book Was Written By Me." I'm sure it works for short fiction (and even non-fiction, as well). I think it would also work for books you read (and like). "Top Ten Signs I Like This Book." Anyway, Mothership Nancy, I'd LOVE to read everyone's list at Ah Sweet Mystery of Life. Right here in River City.Far: "100 pounds of stupid." LOL. Too good. :-)Katiebird, eBay's okay. Kind of its own strange world. And can be fun. A person always ends up with lots of stuff left over, though, and it stacks up. And stacks up and stacks up and... falls over and... P.S. Other people use Ruby Lane, where you can list items at fixed prices, and do okay. Fam Man, I wish my dogs would stay in out of the rain. Dang. They love it. They think they're swimming upside down or something.
Mornin'. We disconnected all delicate computer & networking gear night before last, due to t-storms in the area, so I had to wait to get into the office to say hi (and start y'all's breakfast). Nice and sunny on tap for today & the weekend. I see FM already started the coffee.Weird dream last night: I lived alone in this automated techno-palace, and everything was shutting down. Turns out Jen, who had stolen my wife some time back, had hacked my house and brought her back because she was sick and couldn't? wouldn't? take her to the hospital. After the knives and tripwires came out, I sort of woke up. At 5am. I debated getting up, decided not to.Dammit, I've got a day job to service. Olga's going to have to wait. Last night, she extracted from me a raunchy little piece of Cybermancy fan fiction, so Kelly has a present for when he gets back from Hawaii. :-PI don't have any trouble writing in public, as long as my personal space is clear. I can pretty much tune out everything (ask Mrs. Fetched) — and if I can't, there's the iPod.
Waving to EVERYONE as I run out the door. Whoops! I'd better get dressed first. I think. Naked blogging works best at home.
Aw, dang!I've got to share this with you guys… this just happened in the break room. Friday is Hawaiian Shirt Day for me, and I was in the break room getting my first cup of water. One of the tech support guys goes, "you can't wear a shirt like that, it's winter!""Why not?" I said. "It's my way of giving winter the finger.""Ah. Well, since I don't have a finger—" and he held up his hand to show me the missing digit! —"I probably ought to do that too!"Such is what passes for humor in a high-tech office.
Hi, guys and dolls and dogs!Our story so far today. . .Jen steals far's wife. . .far, feeling bereft and wearing Hawaiian,joins rick and paul in their Hot Tub of tea. . .Meanwhile, outside of andi's place the ghost dogs are howling. . .family man has his hands over George's ears so George won't hear the howling and refuse to go outside. . .katiebird's neighbor has called the police, though it takes him a few minutes to pull himself away from the window to do it. . .maria is going to New Jersey for some mysterious reason (Hi, Dina!). . .And ghost is talking to strangers. . .And that's only Chapter One!
Thanks Ghost, I'll check out Ruby Lane tonight.
Not that I actually named names -- but HOW did I miss the part about Jen & FAR's wife?? And WHY am I still missing it?
Hi, kb. Do you see the comment where far relates the dream he had last night? You probably didn't see it because you were blinded by his shirt.
Wow. I TOTALLY missed that -- didn't see the post at all.FAR, even your dreams read like bestsellers. All you've got to do is write 'em down.....
morning all. Quite a dream FAR :)We had wind last night too and I had a weird nightmare. Someone decided to kill a room full of people (kind of West Wing show type people but not any of them specifically) by using some kind of poison gas. In my dream at first I was sort of an omniscient watcher, I knew what was going on in the head of the person with the plan but then I suddenly switched to being someone in the room and started to feel weak from the gas and then I woke up. Is it true that if you die in your dream you really will die? Anyway, it was creepy and I couldn't go back to sleep for a long time.And on that cheery note .. have a good day everyone. Tomorrow's the weekend!
I feel compelled to note for the record that I am neither a wife-stealer nor a house-hacker nor do I lack the compassion to do whatever needs to be done to get a sick person medical attention. Your subconscious freaks me out, FAR. ;)
Is it true that if you die in your dream you really will die?How would we know? :)Strange dreams around here! I'll pile on by saying I had one full of death earlier this week.Jen, yes, that just didn't sound like you. :)
Hi all,I have to agree with Rick and ghostfolk, I can't write in any public place, including coffee shops. But for a weird reason: when I get stuck (which is more often than I care to admit) I get up and start acting out--doesn't always help, but it makes me feel better.And family man, you need a small dog like mine, easier to carry.
[Note to self: don't talk about dreams while wearing a Hawaiian shirt.]Jen, I should also point out that in the dream-conversation, I told you that you were one of three people I knew personally who are much smarter than me, and I'd prefer to be on your good side. :-) Also, there was some legal snarl that prevented you from making my dream-ex to the hospital.Maryb, quite a dream yourself! In dreams throughout my life, I've hit the ground (in a falling dream), been gut-shot, and executed in an electric chair. So I've died three times in dreams, and I'm still here. It's been a while since I had any dreams like that, though. (And yes, I was pretty spooked after each of them & had a hard time getting back to sleep.)My real life is pretty conventional… almost white-bread, especially in comparison to some of those dreams.
Far, did you really "die" in those dreams, though? I mean, in the dream, did you definitely know you were dead? (I think that's what I mean. This is confusing, lol.)Or did you hit the ground, for instance, and instantly wake up? You're a hard man to kill. :)
Good point. How do you know you're dead? (Well, I believe in an afterlife, but discounting that for a moment...) The dream in which I was shot, I felt the bullets hit, I doubled over and started falling… then woke up. The electric chair one, I felt the jolt, my consciousness faded, I woke up. The falling dream… I hit and woke up immediately without feeling anything.Maybe my dream-self died, which made me wake up?
This is interesting: 43 Folders comments on an NPR interview with Chuck Close. It links to audio.“Inspiration is for amateurs. I just get to work.” Interesting way to look at things. How big of a part does inspiration play for you published folks?
FAR - such violent deaths! Mine wasn't really violent. But I understand when you said "my consciousness faded" because that's how I felt. It faded and then I woke up. I figured I woke up right before it was all up for me :)One time I had a dream that there was a murderer in the house - it was when I was in high school and still lived with my family. And I kept finding bodies around the house and right before I woke up I found a body hanging from a hook on my bedroom wall next to the bathroom (that really existed) and when I touched it, it was still slightly warm -- but not much. That tactile sensation was so real - I still remember it and it gives me goosebumps. Dreams are weird. And usually I don't remember mine. They have to be pretty graphic for me to remember them.
You guys should be writing the murder mysteries!far, for years inspiration didn't play much of a role for me beyond the original germ of an idea. Discipline was the magic word. But now? Inspiration is everything. Discipline seems to have fled to another galaxy and joined somebody else's military. This has not been an entirely wonderful shift of process for me.(She said, wryly.)
Hi, Conda. Oh, would we love to be peeking in the window and watching your "acting out."
Hi. Last call. I'm here to clean and close the coffee shop for the evening. (I hope that I'm getting more than minimum wage.)
Even better than that, b2, you get to scoop up all the remaining home-baked goodies that farfetched made for us today. Enjoy.
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