I’ve been struggling with my annual ear and throat infection, the one I always get in that mysterious interim between summer and fall, when no one knows what to wear or if they should cover up or not. I’ve always called it “the fifth season”, because it’s not quite summer and not quite fall, yet this “non-season” seems to have a mind and purpose of its own. Ok, well, there’s another story idea right there… At any rate, I’m heavily medicated and quite mellow, thank you very much. I’ll get better in a couple of days.
Work on the revised version of the Brokeback erotica story is coming along very well – I’m starting to fall in love with it, which is a good thing. If I don’t fully love my stories, then I know I’m doing something wrong. This version is right. I’m also in the thick of research of Tacoma in the late 1800′s, in anticipation of writing Tacoma Steampunk novella #1 in a couple of weeks. Every now and then I panic that I don’t know enough of the history of my own hometown, and then I have to remind myself that I’m writing fiction, and science fiction at that, and steampunk science fiction with a bit of Lovecraft thrown in to boot, and therefore it’s OK to not get the facts perfect. That’s kind of the whole point, isn’t it? Although, I still have visions of people like my mother and father – both lifelong residents of Tacoma – picking over my various historical inaccuracies with horrified disgust. To say nothing of Seattlites: because in my version of events, Seattle will become Tacoma’s bitch. But I say that with looooove. Honestly. ;D
Back to bed.