On boots and bars and motorbikes...

Boy, do I ever hope those Geeks at the Squad are good at what they do. Something I discovered last night as I came to a stopping place in yesterday's additions was that I don't currently have access to more than 95 percent of the stories I've written so far. Sadly there's starts and notes to at least four or five good books in there, and at least a dozen or more mediocre ones. I don't even want to think about how many individual short stories, class notes, photos and poems that could potentially be lost. Turns my stomach to think I might well be starting completely from scratch at this point, thesis deadlines now looming. The lone plus side, as far as I can tell, is that at least I find out now, if that's truly the case, rather than a week or two--or even worse still, the day of--my actual due date.   What baffles me most is that the total absence of those stories I sought (I mean like several folders seem to have evaporated from where I believe they ought

Still battling computer problems so I hauled the big box in today. Gonna let the Geeks fight with it for a while. I've never been a real techno wizard. Not enough motor oil in it, I think. Not that I'm exactly a mechanical genius or anything, but I can usually get a motor to turn over, at very least. If not, I have a pretty damn good idea as to why. Computer goes wonky on me, and I turn into a monkey trying to fuck a football, for all intents and purposes. Using a tablet to type this up now, but despite it having an actual keyboard, I do believe it was designed with a kindergartener's hand in mind. It's about half the size of what I'm accustomed, and that's giving it credit. But at least I can keep writing this way. Not that I forgot how to use a pen, but it just takes longer: 1) I'd have to ultimately type it all again anyway at some point, and 2) I don't know where I left off on what I started already. I can access the cloud, where I saved it,

Of course, I'm sure you were all hunkered up to the screen waiting, breath baited, for the latest edition. Yeah right. Your ass hurts... Let's just put it this way: I been busy. Somewhere between a hurricane, a wedding and the semester from hell these last few months, I've barely had time to fart proper. Of course, I'm sure the Old Lady might beg to differ. I'm sure that's got more to do with flavor than the savor of true and proper execution, but that's another story for another time. Thank God, that's all behind me now. Well, sort of. Speaking of stories, I really should be getting on with my mine. Enough vacationing. I write my thesis this year, which if all goes to plan, should land someplace between an original short story collection or novel, whichever works out first, I suppose. Gotta have it done to graduate come December, and the first draft is due about mid-March. 'Nuff rest for the wicked, I suppose. Time to get 'er done, d