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Posted by Dirck on 17 December, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 14 December
  • 15 December
  • 16 December
  • 17 December
  • Wrestling with submissions.
  • Second draft of “Hobb’s Landing”.
  • Reveling in the warm glow of new publication.†
  • Only one.
  • Progress, of a slow and gummy sort.
  • As much as I can drink in.

† Yes, indeed! “Palmer’s Folly” is live and available for ganders, over in issue 53 of NewMyths.com, and with a little digging you can even find a picture of the author, shorn of beard for COVID-masking and in all honesty looking as mad as a box of frogs. I don’t know what was happening with my face that night.

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Posted by Dirck on 10 December, 2020

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 7 December
  • 8 December
  • 9 December
  • 10 December
  • Second draft of “Hobb’s Landing”.
  • Absolute last chance edits on “Palmer’s Folly” (in which a with that had survived more than a dozen examinations was finally replaced with the correct while)
  • Why do I feel so very busy?


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Too Much Winter

Posted by Dirck on 12 April, 2013

I’ve said on occasion that Canadians should make ideal astronauts, as we’re used to bleak crap out the windows and dire consequences being attached to going outside without dressing properly for it.  This, and the little… outburst… on Tuesday reminded me of this little John K. classic:

Yep.  That little laugh at the end is exactly what’s been in my head for the past two weeks.  A friend described yesterday with perfect accuracy as the 101st day of January; today it’s intermingled freezing rain and snow.  Say… that button does look jolly!

Today’s pen: Pelikan Future
Today’s ink: Diamine Oxblood

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The Lost Weekend

Posted by Dirck on 18 March, 2013

Alas, I was not out getting profoundly drunk with Ray Milland… although I was also left out of the screaming DTs associated with that sort of diversion, so perhaps “alas” isn’t quite the word.  However, it was about as productive as if I’d been out on a cinematic and drama-rich bender.

How did this happen?  Largely, it was the weather.  We got something like 20 cm more* snow from last Friday through to last night when it finally knocked off.  More shovelling, leading to exhaustion, forgetfulness, and shaky hands, none of which really help with what I consider useful activity.  The best I managed was to polish a couple of new pages pecked out over the preceding week and get them published on my site, and that was the pre-dawn Saturday part of the weekend.  The rest of the weekend… little progress.

Yesterday was also my wife’s first craft sale of the year, meaning I was lone parenting and that definitely keeps a man and his pens (and moreso pens of others) apart.  The Amazing Leap-Lad learned a painful lesson about not picking up toys, from which he got a band-aid around a toe, which means that so long as the lesson takes the day was not altogether wasted.

Apart from that publication, I did get two things accomplished.  I established the first three (of, I believe, five) pens in the New Rotation, which will be revealed as the week develops.  The fact that I didn’t get the whole things figured out is a mark not of my indecision, as it would usually be, but of how much other stuff I had on my cognitive plate.

I also finally sat down to read Atlas Shrugged, as part of a self-flagellant act of intellectual honesty. I am inclined to make fun of the philosophy laid out in it, but I should actually read it if I’m to do so.  What I’ve learned so far is that this is going to be extremely hard sledding.  I’m on page 16, which given the tiny typeface involved means I’m about 75,000 words in.  It’s 1067 pages.  Eep.

Today’s pen: Pelikan Future
Today’s ink: Diamine Oxblood

*we’ve apparently set a record of an unofficial sort; the official snow measuring point in the city was shut down in 2007, but in a location of similar blusteriness, the count is up to 184 cm (18.1 hands, or roughly 1 klafter) .  Which is my own height.  The previous, official and apparently now unbreakable record was 171 cm from the winter of 1956-’57.

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