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Je suis Charlie?

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“I'd prefer to die on my feet than to live on my knees.” ~Stéphane Charbonnier

Stars everywhere

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It's been a weird month of dreaming for me. When I wake from a particularly viscous one my tendency is to lay real still and make sure none of it was coming true. As I lay there I can’t help but think of the ‘what ifs’ of the dream, what would have happened next? What if I had tried this instead of that? What if I am really, actually in a mental institute right now and I just think I work a 9 to 5? These little fantasies are amusing interludes before I fully awaken, firmly grasp reality by the tail and get myself back to sleep so I can get to my morning group session…er 9 to 5.

Holiday cheer

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This year is an exceptionally poor holiday season for me in terms of money. There are a lot of reasons for that, lack of book income seems to be the primary one, me being under employed (and not motivated enough to seek out better employment) seems to be the second leading cause. That said I somehow feel more peaceful and 'together' this year than I have in a long, long time. I always thought the holidays had been twisted by the advertising and greed of society and I realize now that I only let those perceptions change me.

The secret of Nanowrimo

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The secret is that there isn't one. Type 1700 words a day and you'll hit the goal. I have a problem sometimes with arbitrary goals, but this month I am pretty motivated to get this one out of my head and onto the page. Next month there will be loads of re-reading and editing and if I can cobble togther enough money for a cover the book will be released...assuming I finish. I had to be a negative nelly, but I'm only at 30 thousand words, not 90, so the finishing by the end of the month part is still in doubt. I think I will make it.

Welcome to my nightmare.

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This one is probably brought to you by a lack of alcohol, which I typically use to take the bright, cutting edge off of my subconscious.


I am dead. It’s worse than I feared, no sensible dissipation into the nether from which I came. The nether which we all know we shall return to, regardless of our teachings of faith to the opposite. Further, I chose the wrong religion or perhaps the right one, but I wore blended fabrics, took the Lord’s name in vain or got some ink done. So hell for me it is!


Fall Musings

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It has been a good September, the weather is top notch and other than an unusual scarcity of funds, things have settled into the 'winter' rhythm. School, work, dinner, work, sleep, house work, a pattern that takes some getting used to and changes every semester. Not that I am in school, teach school or even care overly much about school these days, but I have family members who are in school and their schedules with work and classes are all over the map. Deciding who is preparing dinner and figuring out how many people will be home to eat it are ongoing concerns.


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I look over the progress of Undead Advantage II and it leads me into a bit of despair. Not for the story, it is coming along fine, I’m quite happy with it and feel it really progresses the entire ‘world.’ No, I see that I’ve had dozens of writing sessions. Way more than I usually take to finish a novel of this relatively modest size. I started writing the book on September the 6th in 2012. That’s over 2 years ago.


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