Been a nice past couple of days-- went on a long drive and wrote a bunch of story notes.
Also, bought Slipstream, which gave new meaning to the word 'weird', but in a good way. I'm probably misinterpreting it wrong or something, but I thought I got most of what was going on-- there's where a scene's getting rewritten, here's some dialogue that's being tweaked, a few snippets of things that influence the later story, etc. I told Chris that I recognized some of that stuff from my own thought processes, and this is what followed:
Chris: "That's how your brain works? I'm scared of you now."
Me: "As well you should be."
Chris: "My brain's more like, 'Hm, I should go get lunch-- ooh, motorcycle! I don't want to go to work today-- ooh, motorcycle!'
In Kaylee news, she slept for 8 hours last night. 8. Hours. Ahahahaha, sleeeeeeep.
Yeah, I've been tired lately. Can you tell? ;-)
And when we were over at mom and dad's house, I picked up a copy of one of dad's magazines, read part of an article in it-- which succeeded in raising my blood pressure a bit-- and then held it up in front of Kaylee.
Me: "Kaylee, you know what this is?"
Kaylee: *URK*
Me: *snickering* "Hey dad! I held up your copy of National Review, and Kaylee threw up!"
Dad: "Hm. She does take after you."
Also, bought Slipstream, which gave new meaning to the word 'weird', but in a good way. I'm probably misinterpreting it wrong or something, but I thought I got most of what was going on-- there's where a scene's getting rewritten, here's some dialogue that's being tweaked, a few snippets of things that influence the later story, etc. I told Chris that I recognized some of that stuff from my own thought processes, and this is what followed:
Chris: "That's how your brain works? I'm scared of you now."
Me: "As well you should be."
Chris: "My brain's more like, 'Hm, I should go get lunch-- ooh, motorcycle! I don't want to go to work today-- ooh, motorcycle!'
In Kaylee news, she slept for 8 hours last night. 8. Hours. Ahahahaha, sleeeeeeep.
Yeah, I've been tired lately. Can you tell? ;-)
And when we were over at mom and dad's house, I picked up a copy of one of dad's magazines, read part of an article in it-- which succeeded in raising my blood pressure a bit-- and then held it up in front of Kaylee.
Me: "Kaylee, you know what this is?"
Kaylee: *URK*
Me: *snickering* "Hey dad! I held up your copy of National Review, and Kaylee threw up!"
Dad: "Hm. She does take after you."