I must have built up some pretty bad karma. I ended up going to the same store three times today, to replace the same item. Two of them didn’t work right. Aaargh. And last night, I came home and found my 4 year old tent up against the stucco of the house, trapped in a corner by the wind. By the time I extricated the damn thing, the fly was completely shot. It had more holes than Swiss cheese. So, I bought a new tent, and it is HUGE. It’s a two room tent, so Marnie and I can be separated from the kids. We’ll see how it holds up tonight, since the boys and I will be in it… with a 70% chance of rain and thundershowers.
I’m off to Calgary tomorrow for a couple of days. I’ll try to post while I’m there, but we’ll see what happens.
Reading
Kushiel’s Avatar (Jacqueline Carey)
Writing
I looked at some of my old stuff, and although parts of it still sing to me, most of it sounds stilted and uninspiring. Maybe it’s the mood I’m in, maybe it’s really just all crap. It’s never been bought, so it’s probably crap. I’d better snap out of this funk, or I’m never going to get anything written. Is this what writers block is?
A. R. Yngve has a good post on ‘losing your nerve’ here http://aryngve.blogspot.com/2005/08/losing-your-nerve.html