Where's My Machete?
Sep. 19th, 2006 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrockwellWriting
I'm meeting with a group of writers -- friends, and friends of friends -- this weekend, and I'm trying to decide what story to bring to give them an idea of what I write. My stuff is so different. I have my soft SF novella, my serial killer story (we all have one of those, right?), my humorous SF flash piece, my religious picture book manuscript, my erotic vampire flash piece, and even a few essays. I'd point them to some pieces available on-line, but they just happen to be all fantasy, with none of the horror elements I usually throw in. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
Everything Else
So, the Epic Battle for the Pool begins today. My first step is skimming all the debris off the surface and scrubbing down the sides to get all the crud off the walls and down to the drain. Unfortunately, to do that, I need the long pole that I can attach both the net and the brush to. The pole is behind the wall where the pool equipment lives. The wall is behind approximately 5 acres of seriously overgrown lantana. So the actual first step is breaking out the hacksaw and the gloves and playing at being Dr. Livingston. Where's a machete when you need one? Or, better yet, minions to do the yardwork and clean the pool for me?
EDIT: I forgot to make note of last night's culinary triumph. I made kare-kare from scratch! Not even my Filipina MIL does that. And it was so good, even EB liked it! Go, me!
Interesting thing #27: I have a very slight speech impediment, wherein I cannot pronounce words that end in -eel. "Steel" is "still," "heel" is "hill," and "eel" is "ill." Silly (seely), isn't it?
I'm meeting with a group of writers -- friends, and friends of friends -- this weekend, and I'm trying to decide what story to bring to give them an idea of what I write. My stuff is so different. I have my soft SF novella, my serial killer story (we all have one of those, right?), my humorous SF flash piece, my religious picture book manuscript, my erotic vampire flash piece, and even a few essays. I'd point them to some pieces available on-line, but they just happen to be all fantasy, with none of the horror elements I usually throw in. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
Everything Else
So, the Epic Battle for the Pool begins today. My first step is skimming all the debris off the surface and scrubbing down the sides to get all the crud off the walls and down to the drain. Unfortunately, to do that, I need the long pole that I can attach both the net and the brush to. The pole is behind the wall where the pool equipment lives. The wall is behind approximately 5 acres of seriously overgrown lantana. So the actual first step is breaking out the hacksaw and the gloves and playing at being Dr. Livingston. Where's a machete when you need one? Or, better yet, minions to do the yardwork and clean the pool for me?
EDIT: I forgot to make note of last night's culinary triumph. I made kare-kare from scratch! Not even my Filipina MIL does that. And it was so good, even EB liked it! Go, me!
Interesting thing #27: I have a very slight speech impediment, wherein I cannot pronounce words that end in -eel. "Steel" is "still," "heel" is "hill," and "eel" is "ill." Silly (seely), isn't it?
