Another nice review of Evolve, along with a contest where you can win a copy of the anthology.
I submitted a new story in response to an invitation back in December and received word from the editor that it was well received but the editor had a few suggestions. I received the manuscript back earlier this week and I have only until the end of today to address these concerns and get it back in because of publishing deadlines. If I can answer a few questions to the editor’s satisfaction, I’m in. I handled most of them during my writing session this morning but I still have one left to go.
I guess we’re still in TV wasteland this week. There was nothing new on last night. I watched my recorded episode of Men of a Certain Age from the night before (good, but not outstanding. When one character scores a win, at least one other must take a hit, it seems, and Owen took it on the chin this week). I found a marathon of Firefly running on Ovation, so I left that on while I worked on other things. It was the episode Shindig, which wasn’t my favorite of the bunch but it served to remind me what potential that show had. It was raining hard, so that added to the soundtrack of the evening. We haven’t had a heavy rain like that in months.
I upgraded our cable box to one that contains a DVR this weekend so I can keep better track of recordings and record more than one show at a time. It also has a new menu system for the OnDemand that will take a little getting used to. At least it seems like there’s no annoying “Buy” box over the movie trailers, which used to irk me to no end, especially for foreign movies where we couldn’t read the subtitles during the trailer.
People die all the time. It’s a fact of life. The musician Gerry Rafferty (Baker Street) died yesterday. Apparently his life sorta derailed in later years, which is a shame. One of my long-time coworkers died of a massive heart attack on Christmas Eve day. He was only two years older than me, which is sobering to say the least. I’ve known him for 23 years and it’s hard to fathom that he’s not around any more. We shared a lot of similar opinions and views, so we often fired article links back and forth to each other (I’ve been having to stop myself from doing that these past few days) or dropped by each other’s office to banter about something inane or political. We didn’t socialize much outside of work or work-related functions (although he attended my book launch party for The Road to the Dark Tower) but we used to travel on business together a lot, and we knew where many of the corporate bodies were buried. I remember a time when it was just him and me in Chicago for an ACS meeting and our booth didn’t reach the convention center in time, so we sat there for three days with a card table and a stack of brochures surrounded by these big, elaborate booths belonging to other scientific companies. We had a great time — everyone wanted to talk to us to find out why we were so minimalist. Hell, I could go on all day telling funny stories. It hasn’t sunk in yet.
