Feelin' The Love

My phone is also my alarm and my little office outside the office I don't really have. I usually, when drawn from my dreamless slumber, first check my email for any earthshaking news, as I am still waiting on news from that book, you know, the one that's at the publishing house I hope to whore for. I then do the usual, which is to say; shit, shave and shower (In that order, though sometimes the shitting comes much later in the day. What can I say, I'm not completely regular.).

Today's email had a nice note, actually a notification of a direct message from a writer friend on Twitter requesting a chance to read some more of my scribbles and dribbles. It warms the heart when anyone asks to read my work, let alone out of the blue.

I sent some scribbles along. I hope she enjoys. I certainly enjoyed feelin' the love.

Now, to generate some more scribbles.

Can I Be A Dick?

Well, I certainly can be one on occasion. I try to limit my inclination to do harm when I feel the urge, but on occasion it bursts free of the bonds I place on it.

It did so on Twitter today, with someone who had already shown they were sensitive. I made an apology as public as the original comment, but don't know if I was read. Beyond feeling abashed at the statement I made, I cringe at the thought I might be considered a troll or worse yet, a 'social media bully'.

Ah well. It's a new frontier, and I, like everyone am bound to make mistakes.

I shall be sure to own them all as I do all my past ones.

Twittage and Catching Up

This week the #Litchat was all about the oppression of man upon the women writing literature.  I opted out.  I shall return next week. Maybe.  But only if I can oppress.

I look forward to #scifichat this week, as it's about Post-Cyberpunk science fiction.  I liked Gibson, but LOVED Walter Jon Williams' Hardwired.  I grew up reading cyberpunk along with military SF like David Drake and Jerry Pournelle so I am interesteed to see if what I write qualifies under the genre.

This week's #1 rager:  @GiasGirl has overtaken the famed tirade of @JohnCusack.  She's got it in for @TilaOMG and just added #Shitmydadsays to her skin-ripping roastage.

So much to do, so little time to do it. 

I am on target for the end of this month to finish The Last Captain.  I can't fuckin' wait.

Boo got hurt in her soccer game last night. A shame besides the pain, in that we might have won had she been able to stay in (Yes, she's that good.).

Not Much To Rant About

In order to better quasi-stalk a writer friend of mine, I recently started Twittering.  Now I think I may have already managed to become an irritant to some of the folks I have met there.  At least, they are replying to my messages... If they aren't irritated, then they might actually be, dare I say it, replying to what I am saying? Such a novel idea.  Perhaps I should read further.

Well, being such a joiner, I joined a couple of chat groups there: namely #litchat and #scifichat.  Both are fast-moving forums where much is discussed.  Litchat is three times a week, and often has very serious Names as guest speakers or just sitting in and adding to the discussion. It is, of course, right smack in the middle of my work day, so I am not able to be as attentive to it as I would like, but there is usually a log of the chat available a few days later. I have thus been able to monitor some interesting discussions, and made some new aquaintances (I dare not say friends yet).

Today's Scifichat (which is thankfully during my lunch) was about the Hugos and Nebulas, and was a spirited discussion that CJ Cherryh joined in on.  Having won both, I believe, she had some brief yet pithy statements to make about them and graciously answered some questions, even ones I had.  Remarkable.

But enough about the things I am learning, the really cool thing about Twitter is I can hear all about what Sarah Silverman

Aisha Tyler

or John Cusack

 want me to hear about what they might be doing or heated about at any given time they choose to let the twitterverse know they are up to something. 

I am beside myself with fanboi paroxyms of joy!

Not really, but it is fun to read posts from people who seem genuine, even through the 100 character filter of the Twit...