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Jun. 5th, 2017 12:11 am
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I know, it's been a while since I posted. May had its moments. GK and I caught Machete as a midnight show, which was fun. We delivered Mother's Day flowers, which I enjoy because I make a few bucks AND I get out of the house for a while.

And the chevre grande, we went up to Santa Fe to the Jean Cocteau Cinema, a little movie house privately owned by George RR Martin (of Game of Thrones fame). Thirty years ago, George wrote for TV, and the event we attended was a table-reading of an unproduced script by George for Max Headroom...with a special guest appearance by none other than Matt Frewer, reading Max. (Funny, funny guy--and he very sweetly signed the cover of my Director's Cut of Watchmen, score!) I also had a few words with George ("Thank you, Mr. Martin--this was a lovely evening!") No, I didn't call him George to his face.

George's former assistant is a staple on the NM sci-fi scene, and she and GK are tight. I wouldn't go so far as to say she and I are buddies, but I'm fairly sure she at least has me sorted as GK's sister. She's his former assistant because she was hired away from him to work for the two writers who comprise James SA Corey (The Expanse). Everybody knows everybody, or so it seems--even the ones we haven't met yet.

The house...I'm stuck doing what I can single-handedly, because once again, GK's rental is being foreclosed out from under her. That's going to have her occupied this month, then July is Can't Stop the Serenity (a Firefly event), then she and the family are going to Nebraska to see the eclipse, and then it'll be time for Bubonicon (literary sci-fi con). So I figure it's going to be September at the earliest before she has any time to spare to help with any of the things she's promised to. Considering it's starting to get rather warm, that's not a total crisis...I just wish I could bloody FIND THINGS and wasn't SURROUNDED BY BOXES.

GK has some of the worst luck (which she doesn't believe in)--this is the second time she's had a landlord screw the pooch on her--that's what happened with the house she was in before I went back to Florida. And remember I mentioned how she bumped me from her trip to Denver a couple months ago, and ended up having major car trouble? Well, she half-invited me to Phoenix ComiCon over Memorial Day weekend, changed her mind, and had more car trouble. If it's a coincidence, it's a darned ironic one.

My cardiologist has bumped my beta blocker up yet again--I'm pretty sure I'm at the max dose--which I loathe. My pharmacist says it's important that I take it at the same time every day, twice a day, so I have alarms set for 10:30 AM and PM, seven days a week. The trouble is, I'm supposed to take it with food, and there are a lot of mornings I just gulp the pills when the alarm goes off and start snoozing again. I think that may by why I'm having some digestive side-effects. Not to mention, what do they mean, "with food"? How MUCH food? A package of peanut butter crackers? A slice of toast? A bowl of cereal? An omelette? Seriously, give me a hint here. But she swears that's the best treatment for me, and I adore her, so I'll soldier on.

Speaking of cooking, I've gotten used to the gas stove--at least to the point where I'm not constantly worried that I'm going to set myself on fire. I'll give it points for getting things nice and crispy. Fried eggs are exquisite and hard-boiling them takes a fraction of the time it did with my electric range. The oven renders tater tots tan and crunchy, egg rolls, ditto, and frozen pizza that's better than I ever thought frozen could be. My only quibble--the broiler is disappointing. Oh well.

There's probably more that I can't think of off the top of my head. Latest writing is at AO3, also Vanillafluffy. Nothing huge. Ongoing Hawaii 5-O, MCU, mostly fairly short stuff.

Oh, hey--on that subject, I'm trying to write an ORIGINAL story, and I need to bounce a few ideas. I have a locked briefcase that's discovered in an abandoned house. It would have been there for 30+ years. The contents would be valuable, and worth killing over. Cash or drugs seems too easy. Gemstones, jewelry, some kind of small, portable art treasure? I don't think blood diamonds were a Thing back in the 1980s. Or maybe it's something that wouldn't necessarily seem like much at face value. (There is however, going to be all kinds of intrigue and mayhem ensuing from its discovery, so something more interesting than Mother Smith's Prize-Winning Pickle Recipe from the Jackson County Fair is warranted.) Suggestions?

Love to all.


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Date: 2017-06-05 07:16 pm (UTC)
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How are you on fantasy? Could the contents be something from an alternate dimension, maybe hidden here to keep it from the minions of evil in that dimension? That your protagonist is unknowingly the child of one of Them and one of Us? I know that sort of thing is done all the time, but I love the possibilities.

Or, hardcore 40s noir would be fun, too.


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