Part-time prevaricator
I’ve sent “Outside, Looking In” to a magazine, and I’ll be sending “Heat Death” to another one once their reading period opens up (May 1st, so, really, tomorrow). I had some encouraging words this weekend from a friend who read “Heat Death” at the tail end of a party, and proceeded to gush about my writing talent as he read it. He was a little drunk, but hey, in vino veritas, no?
Wish me luck!
Friends of ours are leaving the province in a couple of days, so we had them over last night, along with our friend John and his kids. We had barbecued chicken (the bbq looked a litte iffy for a while, but then the rain stopped and the clouds parted) and oven-roasted potatoes and a couple of salads.
And alcohol.
Oh my, what a night that was. I think I was probably the most sober of us all (barring the kids, who, at 11 and 8, are ineligible for wine and beer and spirits, and so they had to get hopped up on Coke, sugar cookies, and vinerterte).
A good night was had by all, as far as I could tell, but this AM my darling wife, sad to say, is paying the price.
Photos in the full post.
Continue reading “Goodbye, B and B”
So I picked up a short story I’d started in December, found an ending for it, and put it all together in less than 1,000 words. It’s called “Heat Death” and I think I’m going to submit it. If you’re interested (it’s short–989 words by the counter in OpenOffice, 982 by the counter on the BBS), drop me a line.
If you need any phenterimine (whatever that is), I know a guy who can hook you up. I’ll just have to trawl through some logfiles to get his email address. Oh wait, nevermind. That email address looks fake.
So I installed Dr. Dave’s Spam Karma v2.2. Here’s hopin’…
I got a stone in my sandal tonight, and there’s a sign of spring right there–I can wear sandals. I can wear sandals at 9 o’clock at night, and shorts and a t‑shirt, and not wish I’d put on more clothes before I left the house.
There were some gorgeous sunset colours in the sky tonight, like it had been painted in candy-floss hues, and there’s a smell of burning leaves that speaks at once of spring and autumn. There are buds on the trees, there’s green in the lawn, and there’s barbecued burger in my belly. There’s mud in my driveway, dandelions in the grass, and geese in the Ducks Unlimited ponds (photos later). I rode my bike for an hour today and remembered again why I prefer cycling over running. Must get out and do more of it. Especially now that spring is here.
It’s my favourite of all the seasons, and not just because my birthday falls on its first day.
And now, I’m off to write for a bit.
Flowers that we brought with us for Grandma and Grandpa
Continue reading “Photos from the Easter weekend”
We went up to my grandparents’ farm for Easter. Photos to come… probably Tuesday.
Here’s a teaser: The birds lifting off of a flooded field, dubbed Lake Ted by my family.
13 favourite songs from movie soundtracks.
Thirteen Things about Patrick Johanneson
User-submitted tips & tricks to make your life easier. Way cool, as far as I’m concerned.
You’d think I’d already know all these things.