Onward and level (as opposed to upward)

Just odds and ends here tonight. Lately life has been ‘Meh’ with a side of ‘Eh’. Ever have weeks like that? No reason for it either, I just got paid, I have a little spending money in the bank (spent some on D3, yeah, you know what I mean!) and the day job is going well. Hell, even writing has been progressing at a phenomenal rate, dare I say TZC4 will be ready by the end of June? Yes, okay I will say that. TZC4 will be ready by June 30^th.  Ooooh! Commitment! Take it with a grain of salt as those White Russians really do kick my ass and tonight I’ve been visited by two of them. Still I can’t see NOT finishing it up by the end of June, that will clear the last six months of the year for work on Fraser, with a side dose of the next TZCu novel, tentatively it will include the character of Cayo and some from the original trilogy, I’ve got this plot circling my brain, running from the White Russians…

So, I’ve made no secret of my support for Ron Paul over the last few years, I’d like to say I’m okay with the newest plan of delegate chasing, but to me it feels too much like conceding to the Republican Machine. Once again I will say I am not a Republican, I’ve voted Democrat before, I’ve voted Green Party in the past, I’ve tended to side with whomever champions my own twisted set of values, which, truth be told, boils down to FISCAL RESPONSIBILITY. Yeah, single issue voter here… It’s not over until it’s over and I look forward to whatever bones Romney throws to the RP supporters, mostly ‘cause I can use the laughter, no way am I voting in that direction. Bring on Obama 2.0!

Enough hum-drum politics, let’s get to something entertaining. <crickets> Shit. Did I cover the writing status yet…damn. Uh, well, the lawn is mowed and I put the washer pits back in? Is that worth anything to you? No? Yeah, just pile that up on the ‘meh’ stack and leave it at that.

I went fishing the other day, caught this massive carp. I always wondered what it would be like pulling some 3 foot long beast out of the drink, now I know; nightmare. That thing scared me. I mean, it swims in the water I canoe on, to know that it’s down there somewhere, just waiting for my body to fall in so it can nibble on me…<shudder> And I’m sure that was a smaller version of the breed. I did fine on the yellow perch front, in terms of numbers only; they were all too small to keep. The one channel cat I caught must have spawned yesterday as it too was a wee baby.  So I came away with nightmares and mud, plus a splinter from where the canoe got me. That meant work; I sanded down the gunnels and re-epoxied them, which was long overdue anyway. In the process I finished the tops of the forms for the washer pits, just to help them resist the weather a wee bit more, good times in the shop, good times.

I’ve been delaying sending Cayo to my fabulous editor, Doree Colon, there is not a logical reason for the delay, mostly I think I’m waiting for an alternate ending to come to mind. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the ending as it is written, but to write it like that and just walk away? Tough, man, tough. I’ll revisit this reluctance Saturday, then spend a night with some white Russians on the man deck talking out my options, probably I’ll send it off on Monday. Mondays are always good, right?