Woo hoo two days on my plan and I'm still going strong. The skeptical man inside rears his ugly head if I think about it too much, but I'm trying to buy him off with booze and porn, but I can't find any around the house at the moment so we have quiet conversations about how he needs to be quiet until the whole thing is done. As long as I keep a creative mood I will be okay. I think splattering my thoughts on this here blog thing helps as well because then I can expunge the icky thoughts and then concentrate on doing what I have to do.

I've been reading, The Amazing Adventures of Kavaliar and Clay, it is by the same author who wrote Fight Club and Wonder Boys. If you have ever seen those two movies you know that his books take a different path than most. I think the Adventures book was made into a movie as well, but I can't remember. It is a huge book and it is interesting not only how flips around in time, but also in perspective. I'm also in the middle of The Catcher in the Rye, but I'm not so grand on the book. It seems as if the boy seems to repeat his own actions, but I suppose being a teenager that is normal. I need to finish the book before I can decide if I like it or not.

Dang I thought today was the 7th...it is the 8th. I've lost one. Oh well.

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I wrote a poem today. Woo hoo aren't you all so excited that you can't wait to read it? Oh I know you are screaming at me. Give us the damn link Bob so we may be forever changed by the content of your dabbling of muse. But you have to wait my friends, because I know in all of this it is only a speckle of dust in time. My life's value would have to be measured with a nuetron counter. I hope to at least add a page to the history of life. Not that it would be a big deal to have my name and ugly mug in some book listing my accomplishments, but a nice one-lined sentence in the book of time would be rather swell. In this little merryment of a short contribution to the webs overflow of poetry I look upon life with a different perspective. Heh I sound like some damn professor who thinks he knows what he is talking about. Bah.

The newest poem from the inner sanctum of my brain.

Did it have you reaching for your head to scratch it? It did for me. As they say while you are sitting on the pot, this too shall pass...

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And learn how to write for the web at this link:

Writing for the web

I love going to blogger.com and opening up peoples blogs just so I can click on the links they have on their pages. I have found some neat time wasting sites while jumping around blogs. Funny thing is that I don't end up reading many of the blogs. There was one of a columnist in SF that I read, but I forgot to bookmark it and now it has vanished into the supernova of the Internet. I guess I shouldn't be doing it at work, but sometimes work is so mindless that I need a jump out into space. And while I'm ranting a little about my job, I WANT A STUPID WINDOW in my office. Okay, maybe not a stupid window, but one that shines light in from time to time. That way I'm not palsy white plastic man when Spring comes around, but I don't think a window or two will help that too much. Maybe this year I can actually get some sun without feeling like I'm scaring little children when I take off my shirt. I often think of Fat Bastard when I was at my worst. "Com 'ere. I'm gonna eat you! I want my baby back baby back..."

Woo hoo taxes are done and sent. Next year I'll look to filing them electronically, but it seemed like a pain in the ass with the W-2's so I did them regular.

Now back to writing...

I picked one of the eight ideas I had stewing around on my computer drive. I think it is the most developed idea I have, might be the only one I have thought how the beginning, middle and end of the novel 'might' proceed. I say might, because you never know what those whacky characters of mine will do. They could run off and start their own adventures and forget about me. And I'm all self-conscious about them, like children I have to keep the reins on them, but it is so fun to see them explore life in a way I didn't think was plausable or possible.

I think I have a method of getting this done. I'm writing everything in long hand first so I'm not tempted to edit as I go. Before I write the next night, I'll enter those pages into the computer, this is where I have to be careful and not analyze what I have written. I might clean some things up, but it is straight entry so the first draft is kept untainted my the editor who roams in my head waiting to damn me for everything I create. I tried to force the editor into the coffee pot, but all the caffeine made him jumpy and nervous and since he couldn't sleep, well guess who he needed to keep company. And I hate coffee.

Now a good pot of tea....

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Wehn it snows....its a blizzard (when it rains it pours)...

The mechanic called and stated that the axles on the rear of the car need to be replaced as well. Another $240 added to the bill. Woo hoo...
So...now here is hoping I can get my tax return in a quick amount of time, maybe I can get it direct deposited! *sigh* I'm so tired of worrying
about money. I've been so stressed about everything these past fwe weeks.

On a good note, my son and I had a revealing chat Friday night after his basketball game. I had rented a van to go to Milwaukee for a technical
conference my business conducted with all the 'tech' people and I was invited to tag along. The van didn't need to be back until Saturday morning
so I made the best of the use and we went grocery shopping. In the parking lot of the store, we sat and chatted about school, grades, his loss of friends
and how he was adjusting to it all. At first he told me he was miserable, because he didn't have his best friends to hang out with. I emphasized with him,
but showed him what he had accomplished in his short time already here. Basketball, his grades had improved (so I'm told) and he the people
he had met. It takes a little time to develop relationships I told him. He had to be accessable instead of waiting for them to come to him.

After practice on Sunday I asked how things were going and he admitted things were better. I hope he can see that his hard work is paying off. He
needs a job though, but being only 15 (a month or so away from 16) it might be difficult until then. I feel inadequate as a father right now because of
my woes, but I try and shield it from him. Not having a car for a while hurts that, but in all other aspects I try my best so he doesn't have to worry
about these things.

And yet through it all, I have to push through and write...

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An obligatory post here on a Sunday morning. I sauntered over to work to check my email and grab some files for home. Imagine my surprise when I click onto my blog and it has broken out into song!

Oh well gald I could motivate some to strain unused talents *grin*. Nothing all that much to report. Last night I listed all the current ideas I have in production. I have started EIGHT separate books all with unique ideas unto themselves and have left them to sit. *sigh* Can you say I've made myself discouraged? I would really like to get some steam behind one or more of these ideas and finish them before I develop another half-baked idea. Don't you hate when an idea is only half-baked? The outside is golden brown, but the inside is cold and slimy. They taste awful and when you try to pick your fork through them, the consistancy makes you gag. No more half-baked ideas!

Okay I should run now. Things to do...

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2003! A new year with new love and laughter as one might say! :) I'm just glad this last one is over. A new place which has impressed not only myself, but my son as well so it can't be all that bad! Everything seems to be working well and we have most of the things unpacked. I went through some boxes I hadn't touched in a couple of years. You know those things you keep for memory sake. I found a few old stories and one I wrote I don't even remember. I still even have my first short story. Heh it was bad! I'm gald I can at least see that I've made improvements over the past ten years.

I suppose I should saunter back to work. It has been a while since I've had to put my nose to the grindstone. It is all dull and rough now it is going to be difficult to do now. Heh.

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