Post-blackout

The Little Man was sick today and so Kelly stayed home with him. I’ll be on sick duty tomorrow should he need to stay home again. That means I went into the office, somewhat groggily. I slept very little last night. I’d planned to be up at 5am to get in some writing on a new story today. That didn’t work because I was stuck with the Little Man.

After work, I did manage to complete the second draft of story #2. I had planned to get at least a scene of story #3 written this evening and break this horrible streak of 6 days with no new fiction–but I’ve run out of time. I’ve got to get the Little Man into bed and that usually wraps up the evening for me, as far as writing is concerned. I do plan to get started on story #3 tomorrow.

Lots of people participated in the SOPA/PIPA blackout, and it got at least some leaders thinking second thoughts. I suppose that is a start.

I read two stories I’d never read before today: Greg Bear’s “Blood Music” and Connie Willis’s “Even the Queen.” I liked both of them, but I really liked “Even the Queen.” It takes a lot to get me laughing in a book (Douglas Adams could do it), but it really takes a lot to get me laughing almost constantly. Great story!

(Yes, yes, I know, you can’t believe I hadn’t read those stories already. Well, covering the vast science fiction landscape will be the topic of my next Wayward Time Traveler column or two so hold of your incredulity until then.)

I’ve got more, but there’s a crying baby and a sick child upstairs and reinforcements are required. Things on the blog should be back to normal tomorrow.