Well, this site inspired me. I reworked my own blog and
reactivated it.
Anyone interested it can be found here:

[url]http://exoticfluctuations.blogspot.com/[/url]

I promise I'll post very regularly.

Feel free to comment.

Well, no time like the present to post a blog entry.
I haven't been doing a lot of physical writing. I have done an awful lot of plotting, which is actually BAD for me, because the way my mind works, once I've thought something through, I feel I've completed the task, let's move on to the next. I always knew I was more likely to write if I just sat down and did it, but you can only get by so much that way. In order to create more complex stories I need to plot. So I started forcing myself to and ended up not actually writing anything down! Arghh!!!
I got a promotion at work...upped my annual salary by almost ten grand, which with 4 kids is great, but I have a hell of a commute now, and a hell of a lot of responsibility too.

Really cool interface. I assume the 'blog" area is for us to post random thoughts?
Nice job. I need to be more active to keep up!

Sorry I missed the latest chat. I was working on a story. I thought the chat was last night. But right now things are so crazy that I do not know if I'm coming, going, or standing in one place on one leg hopping like a pogo stick from Pago Pago.

It's about that time I feel guilty and decide to write something. I'm not really sure why. No one else does, so it's a one writer show, but I somehow get something out of this or else I wouldn't continue to pester this virutal environment.

Got a couple of rejections recently--not unusual as I have a significant quantity of work on the market--however, these particualar ones are the most frustrating. One said, "Send another soon!" Another one was a generic form letter that then had four or five pen written lines praising the work, eager to read anything else near completion, yet a rejection all the same. Unfortunately, I have nothing else appropriate to send along or I would. These words of encouragement are certainly heartfelt and nice, but goll darn if they aren't frustrating as heck. I almost prefer a form letter--at least those I don't give a second thought about. I don't know.

Another Monday. Which means another convenient time to blog. I'm quite surprised to have completed more than two of these.

I attended a children's lit conference this past Friday. One of the speakers, who filled a vacant slot left by another speaker who had multiple family deaths, was fantastic: Virgina Euwer Wolff. A really modest, experienced woman, and she plays the violin. Haven't read any of her books, yet, but I will. The second children's author, Sonia Sommes gets a big thumbs down--very high maintenance and haughty. Don't plan to support any of her writing, though many sing its praises. Also heard from some independent graffic novel artists. Learned much about that business, and bought their creative books to support the little guy.

So I was going to tell some amusing anecdote that relates to the title of this post, but that amusing anecdote does not exist. Yes, that's right, I was going to LIE. I had no amusing anecdote about riding the bus. Welcome to the wonderful world of fiction--convincing people what's written on the page is real--even if it takes place on an asteroid or worse than that, on a bus.

I'm kidding. I like busses. And trains. I suppose I like asteroids, especially if they are used for story purposes (except for crashing into planets as that's been done a zillion times and just thinking about Deep Impact or Armageddon makes little pink pygmys dance around my forehead.

Let's try this again, a second entry. See, I told you I wasn't very good at this. It's been a few weeks already. My blog future doesn't look bright, especially when I'm trying to revise a book, write a story for a critique deadline, and buy a business...

Not much writing to report. Been pecking at Mercury Rising (working title) my second GenE story. It's going to be significantly longer than my first GenE story. It doesn't seem to want to come out of me yet, but maybe I haven't tried hard enough. Lots of other things occupying my thoughts and I don't write well when my mind is focused on sixty other things.

I don't do this whole blog thing very often. I just find that my time is better placed else where. If I'm going to write, I might as well be writing the fiction or nonfiction stories and articles that are the basis for my so called writing endeavors.

Yet, here I'll try, in context of this group site, and we'll see what happens, if anything.

I gave my weekend to a symphony concert. 6 hours each day, plus 3 hours on Friday, plus travel time. Plus the practice time for all the brutal Tchaikovsky. My writing time withered, but it was certainly worth it, and it was a paying gig, so no real complaints, except fot the loss of time, which I guess is a complaint, so just one complaint, but, in the end, it was worth it. So, no complaints, really this time.

Well, by popular demand, the smilies are back. :)

Right now, there aren't a whole lot, but :kill: is here, which is the only one many of us need anyway, :D