July 26th, 2008


[travel] I’m back; briefly

I’m back at Nuevo Rancho Lake. I failed to blog last night or this morning due to time pressures — worn out last night after dinner and a brief appearance at the Clarion West party, then a fubar this morning when I discovered I’d left my meds in a restaurant. All was solved, and I got a nice bonus breakfast in with bravado111.

Drive home took a little longer than originally planned due to a stop for lunch with kenscholes and jensfire, who live at the diametric opposite end of Portland’s conurbation from me. Since I was more or less passing Scholes Manor on my way to Nuevo Rancho Lake, it was easy enough.

I’m going to mellow now, answer email, do my much-delayed morning Web crawl and link salad, then either take a nap or work on Green. Off to Launch Pad Wednesday, me.

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[links] Belated Saturday link salad

Leviathan: 1926Shorpy with a classic steam photo for you steampunks and railfans alike.

What makes up explore? — “Is the urge for exploration innate to our species, or is it a vestigial disorder?”

Tipping point identified for melting threshold of Greenland ice sheet — Just in case, you know.

Paper prints Obama’s private prayer — A curious story about Obama at the Western Wall in Jerusalem. I can’t even begin to imagine the moral standing of this, even as atheist this seems shameful to me. I rather liked his prayer, though. (Thanks to the_flea_king.)

Time in saddle: n/a (45 minute walk)
Last night’s weigh-out: n/a
This morning’s weigh-in: n/a
Currently reading: Green by Jay Lake

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[cancer] Coming back from an invisible edge

Sometimes you come back from an edge you didn’t know you were standing on. I finished novella “In the Forests of the Night” almost a week ago. That’s the first major piece of new fiction I’ve written since the cancer diagnosis. It was difficult to write for reasons which aren’t clear to me yet, but not onerously so.

I sent the story to the first readers and to the editor. I’ve heard back from various quarters that is works well. It wasn’t until I heard back that I realized I’d been holding my figurative breath — waiting to see if I’d Lost It to my disease.

This is utterly non-rational, and I didn’t know I’d been doing it, but I felt like I’d passed a very important gateway. Fred did not live inside my tumor, or my sigmoid colon. He lives inside my head. Which I’ve always known, but the brain-spoon has been stirring so much lately.

I’m so relieved that I think I’ll go write something else!

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