It’s one of those days where I’m editing the first draft of this book and it’s probably 90% done and I need to push it and get it finished, and I waste ten hours finding isolated bass tracks on youtube. This book is almost done, though. And it sucks that Berry Gordy recorded all of those Motown records in the shittiest way possible, so the James Jamerson bass tracks are full of bleed-through from the drums.
A couple of appearances to mention. First, an excerpt from Atmospheres was over at Bizarro Central today. Second, I got mentioned in Fiona’s list of “The 7 most unique internet personalities” over at Thought Catalog. The only person I vaguely know on that list is Rev Jen, and I only know her as a friend-of-a-friend, and we used to talk about the Subaru Brat all the time on LiveJournal about 63 years ago.
Oh, and ParagraphLine.com got moved this week. I moved it over here to pair.com and it’s about five times faster. So I will be doing more work over there, blogging and talking about lit stuff, and basically not writing. But you should check it out. And I’m always looking for people to write or blog or send stories or reviews over there, so do that, too.
I can’t believe it is already 2/3 of the way through June. I also can’t believe this book is almost done, only a few months after the last one. Part of me is sick of it, because I’ve been reading and re-reading it over and over as I edit it. But part of me also thinks about all of the great stuff that’s in it, the themes and concepts, and thinks it’s going to be great when it’s done. I still don’t know any of the publishing details or where it will go, and that might take a while. But I will be happy when it gets out there. And I will be happy to have #11 done with, so I can move on to the next thing.
More weird dreams lately, probably because I’m back on a strange insomnia cycle, waking up in the middle of the night and not fully going back to sleep, bouncing out of a half-awake state and REM. I dreamed last night that I was back in Denver, back working for the company where I worked briefly in 2007-2008. That place got bought by McAfee in real life, and I don’t know what happened, if they still have an office in Denver or if it’s all been re-absorbed by the mothership or what. I’m glad I don’t work there anymore, only because then every idiot relative I know would be constantly be asking me “YOU WORK FOR THAT GUY JOHN MCAFEE NOW I HEARD HE SMOKES CRACK.” Anyway, in the dream, I had to go back to Denver to report in and start working again, and there was an entirely new tech team and I knew nobody, and even after I landed at the airport, I did not know where their office was, because they apparently moved. The whole thing was odd and awkward and I didn’t fit in, and it was basically like what my job was at pretty much every place I worked.
I also had an involved dream where the new Star Wars movie came out, and I felt an obligation to see it, since I loved the original ones as a kid. (I reluctantly saw the new ones when they came out in the 2000s, and wasn’t that into it, which is another discussion entirely.) Anyway, my wife decided we would go if we could bring her two 2-year-old nephews, and they lost interest about twelve seconds into the movie, chaos ensues. I don’t remember exactly what happened, except I remember waking up and thinking very clearly that the movie was already out and I should go see it by myself. I think it wasn’t until the next morning that I realized they are just now shooting the movie. I’m still not sure if I will actually see it, because I felt so burned after seeing Phantom Menace, but I won’t get into that because that’s like complaining about airplane food.
Not much else to report. I am going to a baseball game next week, not because I care about the teams (Giants, Red) but because my wife’s team got their company suite, and that’s a hell of a way to go to a baseball game and not watch it. I hope to get more good pictures of players I don’t care about. I’d kvetch about the Rockies, but after they got no-hit the other night by the Dodgers, the season’s pretty much done for me. They are beginning their long slide into the basement.