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Weaseling around the edges. I’ve mentioned that I’ve been transitioned to a new position at work — to QC, actually. So far, everything’s fine with the people on the floor. My partner and I have been working our butts off to give feedback, do research on questions, even putting out a cute little newsletter so […]

Dream, 09/04/02. Not in any way true. Disturbing. My brother (just your basic brother, neither one of my real brothers) tells me, “Dad’s been beating Mom.” I go to my parent’s house, not their real house, and go into their bedroom. Mom’s moving out, but nobody’s told me about it. Everything of hers is in

Editing(Warning: Language) (Warning: this is an ongoing draft of something it’ll probably take the rest of my life or a book contract to complete.) (For Joe) So you just finished descing your new character, typing your resume, or hammering out your latest essay for that #$@# required English class. You’re convinced it’s crap, but there’s

Chick List Call for help: if you happen to think of it, please send me an email at dust@bears-cave.com or leave me a comment. I’m looking for writers to recommend to chicks. They can be male or female, of any genre, of any particular quality, but must have good female characters that chicks can relate

Dream, 09/02/02 I met some people somewhere, three women and a man I thought very attractive. His hair was silk-soft. I sat next to him and played with it. It was a shopping center? A business complex? On waking, the closest thing I can compare it to is some of the indoor areas in Minneapolis,

Projects. Notes to myself for the coming week: Chick list, Editing, and another damn dream.

Yeah. Before you ask, yes, I’m bothered by a recurring self-doubt and a sense that I haven’t accomplished what I could have.

Dream, 09/01/02 I had to get a couple of people out of this house. The first one had made it to some kind of armored vehicle, and I was trying to trick the second one into joining him. The second guy didn’t want to go, not because he wanted to stay, but because he thought

Ditched. What follows was going to be the new opening for “Abominable,” which I just sent to a contest at New Genre (see below). I wrote it because Lee said, when he first read it, that he had problems reconciling the last half of the story with the first half, because it’s so — out

Dream, 08/29/02. Lee and I are looking at a place where we can build our dream home, but the it turns out the place wasn’t what we wanted. It was more like an upper-middle class religious compound than a place for a home, no matter how much we liked our potential neighbors. All of a