Getting Ready

I spent the day today getting ready for Minicon 39 , even though we don’t actually leave until Friday for the Hotel. Today was mostly concerned with cleaning the house stem to stern, because I hate to come home after an exhausting trip and face a cluttered house. I also started pulling out things to pack for the trip and putting them in a staging area. Yeah, yeah, I know, we don't leave until Friday, and it's only Tuesday for crying out loud, but tomorrow will be mostly a waste, as I have an eye exam tomorrow, which will leave me dilated and light sensitive for most of the day. Thursday I need to do the laundry so we can pack clothing that night, as well as start gathering up garb and other incidentals to take. I also plan to spend the morning in the shopping district near my house, picking up last minute stuff. It all takes time.

I managed to squeeze some practice time with both the acoustic and the bass guitar. I haven't played with them in almost two weeks, so today I did simple finger exercises and ran through the scales a few times. I didn't sound too bad, but the acoustic still has a faint buzz on the low E-string. I probably should take it to Trestman's for adjustment of the truss, but that takes both time and money. Maybe I'll be able to work that in sometime in May or June.

I also managed to wedge in a little writing time today. I didn't really produce a ton of words, but I did some editorial work on both 'Callooh Calley', which now goes back to careswen for a final check, and 'Move Along Home', which is still in the incomplete first draft stage. See excerpt of today's work from 'Move Along Home' below:

"Estonko, Jack." Will said in his native Creek, asking Jack how he was doing.

"The hell..." Jack sat up straight.

Will Saskey laughed a deep, full laugh Jack was comfortably familiar with. Will laughed at any situation, no matter how serious.

"Jack, you know that's not what you're suppose to say." Will continued, still laughing, "You know the ritual greeting, I say Estonko and you say..."

"You're dead," Jack interrupted.

Will's brow furled in mock concentration, "Did the ritual change while I was gone?"

"I'm talking to a dead man." Jack muttered to himself.

"Yeah, so?" Will replied, his brown eyes dancing with mirth.

"This isn't right." Jack reached for the call button to the nurse's desk.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Will said, suddenly serious. "What do you plan to tell the nurse when she shows up? Sorry to bother you, but I'm being annoyed by my dead friend, and I wondered if you could ask him to leave?" Will snorted and chuckled. "You could kiss going home in the morning bye-bye."

Jack slowly withdrew his hand from the button. He looked at Will, who seemed content to wait for Jack to come to some kind of decision.

"So am I dead?" Jack asked.

Will's smile returned, "Why would you think you're dead? I mean beside the fact that you're in a hospital after an accident, talking to your friend who died fifteen years ago?" Will paused for effect before continuing the conversation "You're not dead Jack, and before you ask, you're not hallucinating either."

"Then what am I?"

"A little lost," Will gently said.

End excerpt
It isn't perfect, but it makes me a happy camper!

Getting Ready

I spent the day today getting ready for Minicon 39 , even though we don’t actually leave until Friday for the Hotel. Today was mostly concerned with cleaning the house stem to stern, because I hate to come home after an exhausting trip and face a cluttered house. I also started pulling out things to pack for the trip and putting them in a staging area. Yeah, yeah, I know, we don't leave until Friday, and it's only Tuesday for crying out loud, but tomorrow will be mostly a waste, as I have an eye exam tomorrow, which will leave me dilated and light sensitive for most of the day. Thursday I need to do the laundry so we can pack clothing that night, as well as start gathering up garb and other incidentals to take. I also plan to spend the morning in the shopping district near my house, picking up last minute stuff. It all takes time.

I managed to squeeze some practice time with both the acoustic and the bass guitar. I haven't played with them in almost two weeks, so today I did simple finger exercises and ran through the scales a few times. I didn't sound too bad, but the acoustic still has a faint buzz on the low E-string. I probably should take it to Trestman's for adjustment of the truss, but that takes both time and money. Maybe I'll be able to work that in sometime in May or June.

I also managed to wedge in a little writing time today. I didn't really produce a ton of words, but I did some editorial work on both 'Callooh Calley', which now goes back to careswen for a final check, and 'Move Along Home', which is still in the incomplete first draft stage. See excerpt of today's work from 'Move Along Home' below:

"Estonko, Jack." Will said in his native Creek, asking Jack how he was doing.

"The hell..." Jack sat up straight.

Will Saskey laughed a deep, full laugh Jack was comfortably familiar with. Will laughed at any situation, no matter how serious.

"Jack, you know that's not what you're suppose to say." Will continued, still laughing, "You know the ritual greeting, I say Estonko and you say..."

"You're dead," Jack interrupted.

Will's brow furled in mock concentration, "Did the ritual change while I was gone?"

"I'm talking to a dead man." Jack muttered to himself.

"Yeah, so?" Will replied, his brown eyes dancing with mirth.

"This isn't right." Jack reached for the call button to the nurse's desk.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Will said, suddenly serious. "What do you plan to tell the nurse when she shows up? Sorry to bother you, but I'm being annoyed by my dead friend, and I wondered if you could ask him to leave?" Will snorted and chuckled. "You could kiss going home in the morning bye-bye."

Jack slowly withdrew his hand from the button. He looked at Will, who seemed content to wait for Jack to come to some kind of decision.

"So am I dead?" Jack asked.

Will's smile returned, "Why would you think you're dead? I mean beside the fact that you're in a hospital after an accident, talking to your friend who died fifteen years ago?" Will paused for effect before continuing the conversation "You're not dead Jack, and before you ask, you're not hallucinating either."

"Then what am I?"

"A little lost," Will gently said.

End excerpt
It isn't perfect, but it makes me a happy camper!