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Five Things make a State of the Meerkat Sunday
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1.  This weekend has mostly been me lazing about, and doing bits of things that need doing. Rather boring to blog about.  Except signing the contracts (finally!) for Gin & Tonic #3 & #4.  That's always exciting.

2.  Today is father's day. As I said elsewhere in the socialsphere, I'm thankful that I don't need a special day to remind me to be glad I have a dad who is smart, sane, loving & funny. And also eye-rollingly stubborn, often irritating and intentionally infuriating. But that, as someone said, is pretty much a dad's job. :-)

3.  A project that was supposed to be wrapped up last week has been put into limbo because of Other People, and I lost out on another freelance gig due to Project A not being wrapped up yet.  I'm trying to be philosophical about this...

4.  Last month I was challenged to write a story in a new-to-me subgenre, for a not-yet-open-to-submissions anthology. I was dubious - most of what's popular in that sub-genre isn't my thing. But the editor seemed convinced that yes, they really wanted to see my take on it.

So this weekend I printed out what I have of the story and started going over it.  Blending my quirks w/ its structure... yeah. And this isn't a topic I'm comfortable writing the surface of - there's going to be some deep bruising here, and pulling my own gut feelings into the ink. And a lot of thinking in-between the words.

This is how you grow, as a writer. Growing hurts.

5. Meanwhile, I was feeling a little out-of-sorts for no particular reason, so I decided to combine exercise with a treat, and walked down to the local high-end market for something sweet (they have the best selection of quality chocolate, as well as real halvah).  I came home with:  salmon bits, raw almonds, and pesto.  I was sort of bemused at myself (dude, none of those are sweets) when I realized that what they all ARE are chemical Mood Improvers.  My subconscious is once again smarter than the rest of me.

(I kind of regret bypassing those macaroons, though.)




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be glad I have a dad who is smart, sane, loving & funny. And also eye-rollingly stubborn, often irritating and intentionally infuriating. But that, as someone said, is pretty much a dad's job.

I am pleased for you and your dad. I personally would not know as mine has schizophrenia.

I'm sorry. :-(

I'm also sorry if (as I've seen others emoting today) my and similar comments were hurtful. I know how fortunate I am, but my joy was just that, and not intended to rub salt in anyone's wounds


No, no. I apologise for my sour grapes. I really *am* pleased for you and others who have good relationships with their parents.

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