First advance check arrived. Not too shabby for an alter cocker. I think the hourly wage works out to something around what I used to make washing dishes at Buddy Beak’s Baysite (adjusted for inflation). But still…yowza.
Topaz. She’ll be 16 in a couple of weeks. She can’t jump anymore. She sleeps 21 hours a day. But to keep mentally fit, she still reads the NYT online every morning and helps with the crossword. C-A-T. OK, I admit she provides only occasional help with the crossword.
I read the NYT weddings announcement section every week. As a romantic type, I find it sweet. But, but, but, as a scientist, I expect my profession to be represented. Science/math geeks fall in love just like everybody else. And the NYT weddings section doesn’t seem to believe this. Don’t believe me? Here are the data for this week’s announcements. Mostly it’s Wall Street billionaire wannabes and lawyers. Then there is the we’re-journalists-so-journalists-will-get-overrepresented phenomenon. But science/math types? A big fat bagel. Tsk, tsk.
An homage to the auto correct feature on my cell phone. And by the way, Happy New Year.
This week with the talented Eugene Brancoveanu. It was delightful to see and hear a character from our opera, Fordlandia, come to life. When and if I get to see this performed live on stage I’m going to cry tears of joy.
Still one more round of edits to go, but it keeps getting better and better. Another month and the book will be off to ARCville.
Random Penguin House
Good stuff, too. The deleted pages are in a messy pile on my office floor. It’s time to go lean. If I went back to earlier drafts I’m sure I could find a great bloopers reel worth of hilarious typos and awful sentences. Too bad this isn’t a movie. I’d be all ready for the bonus material section of the DVD. I should be done with all my edits in a week. Then back to Penguin it goes.
I scream, you scream, even Edvard Munch screams for ice cream.
Novels are works of imagination and I tend to hate novels where there is a heavy emphasis on details accumulated through pre-novel-writing research. Where’s the magic in that? But if you have a parrot in a novel, I figure you ought to study parrots. I do have a parrot in The Mathematician’s Shiva, Pascha. This is who Pascha is based on personality-wise. Her name is Obi and she lives in Portola Valley, CA. Her owners are delightful people who are very affectionate with their birds. Now tell me true, isn’t she gorgeous?
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