Dear Diary . . . day by day

Monday, August 13th, 2001 - Bloody Articles

I woke up early this morning because Tim had set the alarm way early so he could get up and write. Instead, he decided it was much nicer snuggling me. Everytime I wanted to get cranky with him, he'd coo sweetnesses at me and tell me he couldn't bear to get out of bed early when I was so beautiful (he tells me I'm beautiful in the mornings!) and comfy to snuggle with. Very hard to be cranky with him when he does that.
I had to get up early to take David to oral surgery anyway, just not that early. He drove, but needed someone to drive him back once it was all over. During the surgery I wandered over to Cafe Colucci and had very filling buttermilk pancakes and a latte.
While I ate, I read about up-and-coming literary authors in SF Weekly (that's San Francisco, not Science or Speculative Fiction); supposedly the trend is "an ongoing fascination with memoirs, the success of stories by and about hard-living youths, and a growing distaste for the irony-laced literary gamesmanship produced by the Dave Eggers set." The article is about Stephen Elliott, who grew up in Chicago and lived for quite some time in group homes and on top of a 7-11 store. This just serves to confirm my suspicions that you have a better chance of being published if you can be "edgier than thou". Anyway.
While waiting back in the dentist office, I read the current Cosmo where I discovered that gasp 41% of surveyed Cosmo readers have tried anal sex! We were talking about this at the mafia party, where it was mentioned that young people are having anal sex before regular intercourse because a) it doesn't count towards losing your virginity b)it won't get you pregnant c) the Catholic church is all against birth control, but if you use condoms for anal sex, that's not birth control, so it's ok. I think there were some other reasons, but those are the main ones. I was all upset at first until I heard they're probably using condoms; I'd hate to think of a bunch of teenagers having unprotected anal sex, only worrying about pregnancy; I'd like to think we're all aware of sexually transmitted diseases and how we should always take precautions with new parnters.
So, David came out of the office all bloody in the mouth (you'd think they'd clean him up so as not to scare the other patients who are waiting). I drove him home, hung out a bit to make sure he was settled before he shooed me away. I had a lovely walk home, and here I am.
I have so much writing to do, but you know what I want to do more than anything? Clean my house, starting with my room. Sigh. Too bad I don't have to clean the house first, as then the writing would get done instead. I hate the way I have to trick myself into doing things, but whatever works . . . .

Exercise log:
Walked back from David's after driving him back from his oral surgery. Lovely day, nice walk, yet still not enough exercise.
Writing log:
Wrote the first 900 words or so of my new collaboration with Tim. Sent three poems to Asimov's. The goal for today is to rewrite Midnight Robber article, work on a few sections of SF Guide and start the novel. And maybe rewrite "Goat Girl". And work on that collab more tonight. Yeah, I'll get that all done. Sure.
I'm currently reading:
Genuis of Deceit by Tim Pratt
On Becoming A Novelist by John Gardner
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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