THE TITLE IS: THE TONGUES HAVE FIRE

I am sitting here at 10:2am at the day job with a mountain of work beside me that needs to get done before I go home and it will take me until tonight to get it all done. Oh, and my truck once again has broken down. Shoot it or me, take your pick, either is fine with me.

Last night I wrote a couple thousand words on the novella and discovered a piece of the story that I thought I had no way of getting to and was thinking of throwing out that chapter because the meat of it was not tasty enough for me. Now I'm smiling thinking of where that chapter will go.

Not a lot of time for web surfing today but I found this interesting.

From another working weekend,
C.

THE TITLE IS: THE TONGUES HAVE FIRE

WAVE COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THE TITLE

I have taken it easy at the pay the rent job over the weekend. The past couple of weeks I have worn myself out working the 6th and 7th day of my work week but I’m feeling much better this Sunday. I’m still tired but that’s ok. Before I was feeling really sick by Sunday. And the good news is I have next weekend off. We are making plans now on what to do with the two days like Pinky And The Brain late at night in lab. Wave’s The Brain and I’m proudly Pinky.

Now responses to Comments:

Robin,
I have always wondered why it never came up before. I guess only in sci-fi did you ever see the possibility of astronauts cracking up. I think I would though. I would be seeing space out there, looking out into nothing, and then start thinking about what if this bolt comes lose or that bit does not work right? To be honest though I am the person who when they sit him by the emergency door on a airplane my first thoughts are, ‘Pull it. Open the door Brian…DO IT! DO IT!’
As to the anti-Copernican thing. I was sitting reading it thinking there is no way this is real but we both know how crazy some people are in this world. My whole thing with saying I do not believe in black holes is just my way of saying I think most of science and history are based off faith and facts and thus are theories and not proof of anything. In my eyes science and history are just as much of a religion as any other. But that’s just me. I do not even believe we all exist in the same reality. That a very long conversation though if you get me started.

Hey, the Oscars are tonight. FUCK THE OSCARS! I’m going to see Ghost Rider. Don’t care about the reviews. If I’m entertained than plot be dammed. Superman Returns had lots of plot, so much they should have thrown some to the side. I liked the movie but did we really need a mini-superman and what is the next movie going to be about, more Superman stalking that family? Who else felt a little creepy about that? I did.
Oh, yea, FUCK THE OSCARS! I mean how can you have any respect for a awards show that basically ignores large groups of movies. One and only one example. Three animated movies and all three are American productions? Fuck that. I guess they gave the award to one Anime film a few years ago and now do not ever have to do that again or even nominate one. And don’t get me started on how they ignore comedies and action films for the most part for the big awards.

Any interesting news today?
Nope.

Philip J. Fry
I want one of these. We have a lot in common. Though he looks more like Conan than I do.

The novella is going well. Finally got a good sit down writing session last night. Mostly been writing on the fly over the past couple of weeks. I finished of the Preface, a little Moment section, and Chapter One. Hopefully tonight I can get in at least 1000 words into Chapter Two. I have already written bits of all of the Chapters up to Chapter 10 but now I am really diving into them. I can not wait until I get to 10 and find out then where the story will take me for the next couple of Chapters if not until the end of the story.

Written at the pay the rent job,
C.

WAVE COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THE TITLE

I NEED A PEPSI OR I THINK SOON I MAY DIE

There should be a crime about putting someone’s high school picture online. See if you can spot me. I hated high school and very few of the people from that time do I think about. Unless it is thoughts worth pounds of hate.
Funny though. Can’t find anything about my college years…did I imagine those years? No wonder I don’t know shit.

Not in a news sort of mood today. Basically ignoring the rest of the world. I tend to do that sometimes when the pay the rent job is being really frustrating. It’s not being frustrating in the someone is doing something or being mistreated sort of way but just a in general sort of I would rather be at home watching X DVDs sort of way.

Still working on the novella or is it a short story? Can a short story have chapters? I thought about asking that over at Neil Gaiman’s website but for a writer you look up to in a lot of ways that would be sort of a strange question to ask since I have never sent a question to his site before. Well, Hell, I’m going to do it anyways. He’ll probably be reading it somewhere in some hotel or meeting for some film project and say to himself, “Chapters? In a short story?”

Wait, I can’t find a e-mail address on his site. Off exploring Neil Gaiman.com I go. This should be fun. I will keep you updated.

Now they have a site comments e-mail address but it does not say anything about questions for Neil. I could probably just go to the FAQ section of the site and find what I need but where is the fun in that.

The front page. I’m still awaiting the paperback of Fragile Things before I pick it up. I just have a love for paperbacks except for when it comes to graphic novels. I like hardbacks for those because they help protect the artwork. So that is that. This might take a while. I want to listen to some of these audio interviews and such from the book tour.

This audio I think was the best though it is actually video but audio to me since I was working while listening to it.

I went through everything and finally came to find the place to send questions to Neil in the FAQ.

That was fun and good to know someone else does not like outlines.

Written at the pay the rent job,
C.

I NEED A PEPSI OR I THINK SOON I MAY DIE