If anyone out there is shouting “What the hell are you thinking?!” they may rest assured that I can’t hear them over the screeching of my own internal critics. Updates as they develop… which given the careful approach to this unknown country I’m adopting, will probably not begin until Mid-January.
† It’s my birthday and I’ll use the same pen as the previous day if I want to. ‡ I have never taken my birthday off prior to this year. I recommend it, to be honest, if it doesn’t make life too miserable for co-workers. There is, however, still a price to be paid… ³ Never be The Indispensable Man. I’m not, really, anymore but I’m still not easily replaced despite writing and polishing instruction manuals for the past couple of years. ¤ The Skrip is NOS, just opened on the day of pen-filling, but isn’t quite contemporary to the pen; it’s got the red label from the last days of the dip-well bottles. The Quink, on the other hand, is possibly slightly older than the pen but definitely from the same rough era of manufacturing and also unopened until I got my mitts on it. I don’t know how this happens.
SO, the big news for this week, which I lift entire from my other enterprise:
I’ll mention that the image on the cover… does not represent my contribution, I will say… although “Wilden Klausen” does involve wearing a costume for a seasonal tradition.
I should also mention that the profits for this collection are going to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, which given the situation of the world over the last… dozen or two months, at least… seems like a service which could definitely use some funding. Since I’m not in the US, I will mention for those who wish to give directly that there is a Canadian version of the same thing.
† Rest assured that I will be slathering links around the place when the next issue goes live. Yes, another story of mine is getting publication. It actually sold quite some time ago, but I thought it best to keep it sub rosa it was about to come to full ripeness.
† This is a tricky question, given that I’m usually changing from hand-written to compu-typed in the second draft, but this time it’s all the latter. This means that I wasn’t keeping track of the amount of change happening, and since it’s add-remove-replace-add-move the quantitative difference from beginning to end it almost meaningless.
I had thought to get some writing done yesterday, but I put all my creative into getting pictures of pens and ink bottles all prettied up for the site, of which the only visible effect is the functional link to Namiki inks above.
Why, yes, I am slightly concerned that this is that Writers’ Block we hear so much about. But it’s also just as likely to be a confluence of stress of personal and international sorts, and since the US election seems to be going both in a hopeful direction and without open insurrection, easier breathing should be just on the horizon.
A very small stone on that mountain was paperwork associated with joining the board of directors of the Saskatchewan Writers’ Guild.
Which seemed like a brilliant idea right up until the point the voting closed.
No, no, I’m just being dramatic for funnies. It will be an interesting and useful experience, and as far as I can discover not one of my predecessors disappeared mysteriously or met with foul play while serving. It’ll be fine.
No. I’m in a stressed state, as are we all, and I thought I would give my brain a little time off. The little Twitter items are still happening, and being collected at my other establishment, and of course there’s bits of stories developing like yeast colonies all over my brain… at least, I’m pretty sure that’s what they are, and not actual yeast colonies.
†STILL no sample on the site yet, and it may go another week yet.