Chrononautic Log: voodoo

July 11, 2004

Six o’clock; there goes another weekend. The tally (with apologies to Harper’s index):

• Distant immediate family conversed with: 2
• Classic Clint Eastwood spaghetti westerns finally seen: 2
• Film adaptations of Joe Lansdale Elvis/mummy stories seen: 1
• Chinese dishes found not to travel so well as takeout: 1
• Chinese dishes found to make even worse leftovers: 1
• Loads of laundry done: 2
• Living rooms cleaned: 1
• Kitchens cleaned: 0.5
• Bedrooms cleaned: 0
• New Charles Stross books read: 1
• Appearances of own name found in Dozois’ latest YBSF: 3
• Own stories appearing in Dozois’ latest YBSF: 0
• New wireless cafés discovered: 1
• Long-overdue zeppelin novelettes finished and sent for review by the fine folks of the Rockaway Beach Reunion Workshop: 1
• Future-Tiptree-award-winning planetary romances finished: 0
• Tea house power failures while attempting to post this entry: 1

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August 16, 2003

Normally I wouldn’t resort to this; but my grandfather used to say that if you tell your dreams before breakfast, they’ll come true. Last night I dreamed I got a check for a reprint (!) sale of a story I couldn’t quite remember writing, to a market I couldn’t quite remember having heard of.

That sounds like nice work if you can get it, so I’m drawing the vever and putting out the rum.

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