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Posted by Dirck on 8 August, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 5 August
  • 6 August
  • 7 August
  • 8 August
  • Pulling weeds because it was a holiday.
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”
  • Third draft of “Feel My Pain”
  • Enough to get overheated and cranky about.
  • 542 typed words (some of which did not want to come out).
  • Removed a couple of paragraphs, to land at 1799 words.

 

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An Unusually Content-packed Progress Report

Posted by Dirck on 1 August, 2019

It’s so colossal, it gets a title!

The first thing I want to do is direct your attention to a Kickstarter, which I will now steal some words from:

2019

The 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 Lunar Mission.

The 40th anniversary of the classic horror film Alien.

One year after the proposal of the US Space Force.

How could we not create a collection of space themed horror?

What We Are Doing

Jason, the Leprechaun, even the Cenobites and the Critters ended up going into space. We decided it was time to give some other monsters that same chance.

Earlier this year we started accepting submissions for an anthology featuring classic monsters with the stories set in space. We have collected 16 stories and one poem that we think you are really going to enjoy.

And by enjoy we mean scare the space suit off of you.

I will declare my interest in this project– one of the sixteen stories contained in the collection is written by me, and I’m both proud of it and delighted at the prospect of its publication. So, If you’re interested in this sort of thing (and what sensible person isn’t?) take a moment to back that Kickstarter.

It’s not just an image, it’s also a link

…and now on with our regularly appearing material (but stay tuned– there’s cats lower down!).

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 22 July
  • 23 July
  • 24 July
  • 25 July
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”
  • A trip to the dump†
  • 1,430 typed words.
  • 70 kilograms, according to the before/after weight of the van.

†I mentioned at the beginning of the month that we’d had a furniture collapse, and that dump trip was the disposal of the corpse of the old couch/futon object. The replacement is meeting with broad popular acceptance.

Kees is, as ever, mildly smug about his enjoyment of the new couch.

Bram is often tense, as is common in a hemi-demi-feral cat, but even he can relax into the luxury of our gracious new furniture item. That shred of paper near him was brought over by Kees, who is helpful that way.

Hercule, the last of our feline triumvirate, declined to initial the photo release form, but he apparently also thinks it’s nice. Happily, the three humans in the house also find it at least moderately comfortable.

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Posted by Dirck on 18 July, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 15 July
  • 16 July
  • 17 July
  • 18 July
  • First draft of a story for Owl Canyon Press Hackathon 3.
  • … and then we notice a single word in paragraph 20 we’d missed, which makes it necessary to start afresh.
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”, because that competition story turned slippery.
  • 708 typed words.
  • 251 typed words.
  • 332 typed words.

I got essentially zero writing done over the vacation, about which I am not very pleased, but the failure was the payment for actually getting something done about the state of the house.

Also, there was this distraction: a couch we bought in 2012 (mentioned in passing here), intended to be more or less disposable in the face of the now-passed incontinent cat Cleo and the ever-expanding menace to durable goods which is my son, collapsed somewhat. It was a cheap item… as couches go… so its failure has always been anticipated. However, it brought with it the unwelcome expense of replacement. We spent someone more on the new one, since the current bunch of cats seem to have a better sense of what litter boxes are for and sonny doesn’t randomly up-end containers of staining foods so much these days.

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Posted by Dirck on 27 June, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 24 June
  • 25 June
  • 26 June
  • 27 June
  • First draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”.
  • Second draft of same.
  • 10 manuscript pages.
  • 908 typed words.

I can’t say any more than this, although I am fairly bursting with it: I’ve had acceptances of two stories, and two more have been declared short-listed by the publications I sent them to. I will, obviously, be shouting about venues when I’m able (although the latter two may not resolve themselves for a few months, yet, and based on the production history of another anthology I’d love to point the world to, a similar delay may affect the others).

†The pen in the rotation was the Pelikan P1, but someone was very distracted by having to leave early to take the van in for some repairs (cheaper than promised, hoorah) so the on-deck Pen of Fiction gets to have a round of general duties for a day.

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Confrontation Makes for Clicks!

Posted by Dirck on 21 June, 2019

…and who doesn’t enjoy playing the clickbait game now and then? Since I am doing another pen-tuning clinic this weekend, it’s about time I had a little more pen action here. So, get your popcorn, perch near the edge of your seat, and watch as the case is made that one perfectly nice fountain pen is superior to another:

Do I have an opinion? Of course, for I am human and issued with them along with tubes and orifices by whatever agency created me. It’s not a particularly strong opinion, though, because as I hinted above, both are perfectly nice pens. I incline very slightly toward the Lamy, on the basis of weight and low-ink indicator (which is derided as an inadequate ink window in the video; that’s not what it’s for). If I have any real objection to the Pilot, it’s that the all-black trim of the specific example in the video turns none of my cranks. That’s not a strong objection.

Today’s pen: Parker Duofold
Today’s ink: Lamy black

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Posted by Dirck on 20 June, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 17 June
  • 18 June
  • 19 June
  • 20 June
  • Second draft of “Found on Roadside, Dead”.
  • Third Draft of “Fourteen Nights of Day”.
  • Third Draft of “A Doting Mother Cradles Her Wayward Child”.
  • Second draft of “Feel My Pain”.
  • 667 typed words.
  • Surprisingly, little more than typo corrections.
  • Ditto.
  • 1766 typed words.

Good heavens, I’m actually finishing some of the things I started. [CHORUS: It’s about time!]

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I Have An Ulterior Motive

Posted by Dirck on 24 May, 2019

It’s an audio presentation today, and in part I want to offer you entertainment (since I generate little of my own here of late), but I also want to signal boost a worthy enterprise:

This mellifluous person with an excellent taste in literature has been told by YouTube that they’ve never going to monetize his stuff. I hope that you’re as taken with his presentation as I am, because I’m hoping to get people to make YouTube feel foolish by clicking on many of his videos, and even more importantly, I’m hoping to make him feel funded by getting people to click on his Patreon page.

Today’s pen: Pilot Vanishing Point
Today’s ink: Herbin Vert Empire

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Includes Small Healthcare Excursion

Posted by Dirck on 16 May, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 13 May
  • 14 May
  • 15 May
  • 16 May
  • First draft of “Fourteen Nights of Day” (a working title).
  • 13 manuscript pages.

That’s not much for the week, especially considering I imported some work from Sunday into this week’s total. So, what’s up?

Gall stones!

Not my own, for which I am grateful, but my wife. I’m hoping this is a purely matrilineal thing (her mother and sister have had similar problems) and that our son remains untouched by it, because she was not having fun when I came home from work on Monday. So little, in fact, that Tuesday morning saw me installing her at the ER, and I was 100% of the household childcare staff for Tuesday and Wednesday. She’s home now, having been shaken free of the blockage of the moment by the modern miracle of ultrasonics, although we’re told the offending organ will have to be removed… probably in the next couple of weeks.

Anyway, without preparation (and the whole time was very much a lack of information exercise; the ER is a bit of a black box) I was unable to get any writing done. Thus, little accomplished. The draft is complete, which is good, since the anthology I aim to submit it to closes in July… unless they fill all their slots before then.

As a data point to my American readers, let me tell you what this week’s entertainment costs were. The entertainment consisted of:

  • Admission to the ER;
  • 36 hours of IV fluids, because surgery might have happened at any time;
  • as much morphine as someone without previous tolerance to stand (apparently gall stones really hurt);
  • ultrasound imagining to get a firm idea of what the problem really was;
  • the ultrasonic treatment;
  • three consultations with doctors;
  • loads of interactions with nurses;
  • the use of hospital linens.

The total cost of this was One Canadian Dollar, paid to park in the lot not devoted to ER patients when I was picking her up. I could, conceivably, not have paid that, but I didn’t want to plug up a parking space close to the door which someone with a box full of severed fingers might need. I’m considerate that way. You might also say “Oh, but you pay so much tax there,” to which I reply– I got a refund on my income tax because our household doesn’t bring in a lot. And were we entirely without income and thus paying no tax, we’d still have got that very same level of treatment. I’d just have trouble coming up with the dollar. This is why the resistance of the US to socialized medicine is such a point of amazement to so many outside that country.

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Posted by Dirck on 9 May, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 6 May
  • 7 May
  • 8 May
  • 9 May
  • First draft of “Fourteen Nights of Day” (a working title).
  • 22 manuscript pages.

 

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Posted by Dirck on 2 May, 2019

 

Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 29 April
  • 30 April
  • 1 May
  • 2 May
  • First draft of “Share My Pain.”
  • First draft of “Fourteen Nights of Day” (a working title).
  • 4 manuscript pages, because I ran out of story.
  • 16 manuscript pages.

 

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