Oh, to contemplate flux capacitors

Hey all. Things here are all in flux again. 

Let's see. 

I am a guest poster/columnist on Poe's Deadly Daughters this weekend, it's a re-print of an essay I did a couple of years ago about superstitions and crutches.  Check it out!

We have three potential buyers for the house, all of whom want it, none of whom have the money. They're all working on financing, loans from family, and other cost issues. Hopefully they'll figure out something soon. And so we wait.

The Kid graduates next weekend. Other than a test or two she's finished High School. This simply isn't possible, we just brought her home from the hospital a couple of weeks ago, surely. She's out and about right now with 'the guys' which, literally, are guys - well, there's one other girl. They get together every Friday evening and play HALO. My daughter is a very good sniper and hide and sneaker, apparently. So they decide to play Tennis, which she sucks at, but that's not as much fun for the group as HALO, so they get bored bopping the tennis ball across the screen and go back to HALO. Where they all die. Except my daughter who has this maniacal laugh...

Anyway, she's out shooting her friends.

It's just recently, since the kidlets really, that our daughter has become social. Her normal wiring dictates iPod on, ear buds positioned, and nose in book for hours and hours and hours. She still does that, most definitely, but she's out and about doing things with - gasp! - people most weekends. Good for her, she deserves to hang out and have some fun. The only thing is, her parents miss having her around.

Bill and I talk all of the time about how we're soon to become empty nesters. She's off to college in August and it'll be just the two of us again. It's going to be a very, very odd adjustment. I've already informed Bill that we need to intentionally do things that get us out of the house sometimes to interact with other human beings. We're hermits by nature, both of us, but we need to do something once in a while right? I have no idea what we possibly might do, might get involved in, I guess it will depend upon what things happen in the small town that we move closest to. If someone ever buys our house, that is.

Writing wise, I'd very very much like to say that I'm churning out gazoodles of words, but I'm not. I am writing, sort of, a little, on Stain of Corruption and I've printed out some notes and things to work on with SPORE. I just wish I could reach down and grasp story again like I used to, it's just been so slippery and elusive. I can get words without too much trouble, they just never seem to connect to anything. Like I'll have a Lars and Jess scene that doesn't really have a time or conflict related situation. Then I'll write a bit of something that Dubric remembers from the war - again, with no story point reference. Then something else totally unrelated to anything. And another scene with Lars and Jess... I can't seem to find any threads connecting any of this and it's very aggravating. And what's the deal with Paul and the Narrator?!?

Something will break free. It has to. I just hope it happens soon.