Monday is better than Sunday

I'd be appalled at Arnold Schwarzenegger's "girlie men" speech, but I'm still too busy being appalled that the SoB was elected Governor of California in the first frelling place. You get what you pay for. Or, in this case, what you vote for (assuming there's a difference). I might, however, have the ability to be appalled — or at least amused — at the idiots who are appalled that Schwarzenegger isn't sorry for what he said.

I'm trying hard to ignore the news these days. The Schwarzenegger thing was a headline at AOL, which I use for its ftp programme, so I saw it and was "compelled" to read the article.

I suppose this will be short. There's really nothing to say. Yesterday I gamed from 2 p.m. until 11 p.m. (with some Thai take-out thrown in). Then I came home, and Spooky and I watched another episode of the second season of Six Feet Under. Then I brushed my teeth and went to bed.

Today, we proofread The Dry Salvages, and I'm going to try to have time to go over "The Pearl Diver" again. And I need to send it off to two or three people, to get opinions that I will most likely summarily ignore. But. As for The Dry Salvages, I think I'm very proud of this book. I was this proud of Low Red Moon, though no one much seemed to care. Once I'm done with Daughter of Hounds, I think that The Dry Salvages might be the direction that I'd like to see my work go.

And that's it for today. Don't forget the eBay auctions. Drive safely. Mind the gap.

Oh, I almost forgot. My thanks to Quendi (Meh'dra) for the following shot of Chiana from Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars. I have no idea what's up with Chi's eyes.

And I only am escaped...

We made it all the way through The Dry Salvages today, marking missing commas and such. I found one possible problem involving light speed and relativity, but it's easily fixed. All in all, the ARC version is in good shape. And, as I've said, I am very proud of this story.

But I'm wrestling with many of the inherent difficulties of science fiction. The worst, I think, is that though I may strive to write about a character in the 24th century, in truth all I'm ever doing is writing 21st-century characters in a postulated 24th-century setting. Language is especially frustrating, trying to imagine how a character might speak, while, at the same time, leaving the language accessible to a contemporary audience. Science fiction is not an exact science, but then neither are most of the most interesting sciences.