Satisfying day...

Sunday:

• I got over whatever block was keeping me from writing the Pirates of the Caribbean challenge story from blackbyrde. Unfortunately I had little time to work on it; managed to scribble a few pages during the OSFS meeting.



• Enjoyed the Ottawa Science Fiction Society meeeting, which started with videotaped highlights of recent coverage of Mars exploration. Very cool. Then a collaborative story effect - gad, I hate doing that! sharing the writing is difficult for me, very difficult, especially when it's verbal. Then a discussion of 'how to make web pages', very useful. I had too many questions, but cleared up a few things I was uncertain of.



• Had dinner with the OSFS crowd at the Royal Buffet. Yes, I was off my diet. Enjoyed it, too.



• Watched part of the Golden Globes Awards, hoping to see The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King win a few awards, and to my delight, it did. Especially "Best Director". I thought Peter Jackson was wonderful: so human, among all the slick people who seemed to be mostly image. Just saw glimpses of Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan, who looked their best. I was appalled by many of the stars - how bad they looked, how awful the dresses. Not all, but most. Dustin Hoffman looked good. So did Sharon Stone. The overview of Michael Douglas' career made me realize how few of his movies I have actually liked.

Happy birthday Prillalar!

To prillalar:




Happy birthday to you
May your stories ring true
And words flow like hot springs
Happy writing to you!

The Friday Five, left over from last week...

At this moment, what is your favorite...

1. ...song?

Into the West by Annie Lennox; Two Little Boys by Rolf Harris; Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra. You aren't going to get many single answers from me on this sort of question.

2. ...food?

1. Tripe.


2. Wild strawberries.


3. Popcorn with butter and salt.

3. ...tv show?

Smallville. No contest. (Not since Firefly was cancelled, anyway.)

4. ...scent?

Lavender.

5. ...quote?

"A lie is a broad and spacious and glittering thing, sweeping belief before it from its very grandeur. But the truth fits, like an old man cutting cloth in an attic." - from Checkmate by Dorothy Dunnett.