Random Emissions
Busy Week
Posted 23rd June 2009 at 06:01 PM by C Michael MacAlister
Since I last posted, I've written a few thousand words of Sinterglass Road, which is going very nicely; for those of your who have commented on the forum thread, thanks so much for your feedback, and, yes, I have now introduced my Protagonist.
And it got weird(er). But that's OK.
We acquired a new dog; a young bloodhound who turned up at our fence last Monday morning. After a quick check, we determined that she had been on the road for about a month, was infested with ticks and fleas, had burns on her pads and was starving.
She had also been abused by her previous owner, as far as we can tell, judging from the rope marks, scars and broken ribs. So naturally, we took her in.
She's about a year old, and we couldn't really identify her breed at first, because she was so emaciated ; we figured some sort of cross which included bloodhound. But then a couple of days later she barked (which sounded like a walrus) and we realised she was pure-blood bloodhound.
She's beautiful and healing up well, behaving like a puppy now (after a near-week of sluggishness), had her first bath (ever, so far as we can tell) and is playing well with our 6-month-old Australian Blue Heeler.
Summer arrived here in Missouri with a vengeance, as did our neighours, who decided to extend weekend hours from dusk to dawn Monday through Sunday. So we are starting to thumb through our local listings for a new gaffe, since our neighbour just happens to be the landlord's daughter, and almost certainly won't be evicted.
Still, we have the last laugh. Our landlord's only three tenants on his three properties are us, my mother-in-law and my wife's uncle. And guess what? If we move, we all move.
Apparently, contemplating revenge is good for the creative juices, because I'm just itching to get back to Sinterglass... So I'll post again real soon!
PS: To anyone who's downloaded the first three chapters of Quintessence Machine, thanks for taking the time and what did you think? Be honest. I can take it. From back here, you won't even see me cry...
And it got weird(er). But that's OK.
We acquired a new dog; a young bloodhound who turned up at our fence last Monday morning. After a quick check, we determined that she had been on the road for about a month, was infested with ticks and fleas, had burns on her pads and was starving.
She had also been abused by her previous owner, as far as we can tell, judging from the rope marks, scars and broken ribs. So naturally, we took her in.
She's about a year old, and we couldn't really identify her breed at first, because she was so emaciated ; we figured some sort of cross which included bloodhound. But then a couple of days later she barked (which sounded like a walrus) and we realised she was pure-blood bloodhound.
She's beautiful and healing up well, behaving like a puppy now (after a near-week of sluggishness), had her first bath (ever, so far as we can tell) and is playing well with our 6-month-old Australian Blue Heeler.
Summer arrived here in Missouri with a vengeance, as did our neighours, who decided to extend weekend hours from dusk to dawn Monday through Sunday. So we are starting to thumb through our local listings for a new gaffe, since our neighbour just happens to be the landlord's daughter, and almost certainly won't be evicted.
Still, we have the last laugh. Our landlord's only three tenants on his three properties are us, my mother-in-law and my wife's uncle. And guess what? If we move, we all move.
Apparently, contemplating revenge is good for the creative juices, because I'm just itching to get back to Sinterglass... So I'll post again real soon!
PS: To anyone who's downloaded the first three chapters of Quintessence Machine, thanks for taking the time and what did you think? Be honest. I can take it. From back here, you won't even see me cry...
Total Comments 2
Comments
-
ah, neighbours. everybody needs good neighbours.
for such a sunny part of South Yorkshire, i get an alarmingly high quotient of smack addicts, wifebeating alkies and secret cannabis farmers, none of whom like having the law called in on them.
anybody would think i was living on the Manor.Posted 24th June 2009 at 10:11 AM by chopper
-
Apparently, neighbours like this are a universal constant, like gravity and taxes...
Last night the neighbour situation went south a little; two guys living with her decided to go on a theiving spree at Uncle Ron's and the mother-in-law's place, so now we're getting the police and the landlord involved. If nothing happens today or tomorrow, we're, like, so totes outta here (How's my mall-rat lingo coming along?)Posted 24th June 2009 at 03:20 PM by C Michael MacAlister
