August 9th, 2007

do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight

Ah, KC and the Sunshine Band. Because right now, I feel perky. Happy. Real damn good. I feel pretty and witty and gay! to bring in a little West Side Story.

Devine Flooring called today saying they'd had a cancellation and could they do our job (tiling the mudroom) early? As in, starting 8 a.m. tomorrow morning? I said yes. They were sooooo grateful. Will that work for us? I'll make it work. I got a bunch of it cleared out, and R. got the rest while I was at the Trustees meeting, which I find amazing. Teddy is finally eating again; he wolfed down a good portion of my dinner (omelette, including some greens, and a bunch of potatoes). He's demanding in to everything he knows he's not allowed, and he can almost scale the fence around the AV stuff, which is terrifying (vertical bars only. Toes are involved).

The Trustees meeting went close to four hours (gack) BUT was really, really well run. Yay chair! E. has come up to speed shockingly quickly. There was much consensus that he would do a good job and the consensus was right. The requested report from the last meeting was generated Tuesday night (which is why it wasn't in our boxes when I checked at 7:30 p.m. last night; it was supposed to be available in advance of the meeting so we could review it ahead of time -- yet another instance of not doing what was agreed upon). Further, there were _no_ action items associated with the report but, as expected, having to report on stuff caused several items to be acted upon. Which is good, don't get me wrong, but come on. The whole argument against needing to do this is that these things get done we should just trust her. Tonight's evidence: not so much.

Real shocker at the tail end of the meeting/after the adjournment: the Board of Selectmen, who appointed L. and I without needing to meet us in person, want to meet with J. before appointing him. I have spoken to two of the BOS members. L. knows the wife of a different one. J. has known one of them for several years (one that I have spoken two once or twice in passing, only). One of the people at the June meetings said that J. was rolling his eyes in response to what the ex-employees and some others were saying, and said that if J. was recommended by the Trustees to the BOS for appointment, he was going to try to convince the BOS to refuse. One wonders if that person followed through. Alternatively, the fact that J. is an alternate who was not recommended for one of the original two appointments may have caught their eye: he initially refused to serve as a regular, then changed his mind. To be fair, J. is making plausible noises during meetings, offering to serve on committees and generally going along with consensus -- even in opposition to the Director's preference. It's possible he's truly seen the light after just being somewhat blundering and oblivious. It doesn't matter, but wow. If the BOS kill that appointment, I think we should consider it a SIGN that we are expected to take major action. Soon.

I did get some of my wish list again: library card policy has been adjusted officially. And more, but hey. I can summarize later. Maybe.

Do a little dance. . .

y-cables, time and mischance

The new headphones are better than the old ones, and with the y-cables, they are now both hooked up to the TV. I still need to hook the DVD player up to the amp using the other set of y-cables. Maybe tomorrow; there's been a bit going on around here.

Once upon a time, before I Blogged, and even before the website was re-created (all give thanks to the Internet Wayback Machine), shortly after I retired from (well-)paid employment, I wrote a novel. A fantasy novel. A quest fantasy novel with elves, orcs, dwarves, mages, gods, centaurs, pixies, etc. I had borrowed a copy of _The Tough Guide to Fantasyland_ from one of the people I then gamed with (a published novelist, daughter of another published novelist, as it happens). I used it as a Bible for writing my quest fantasy, with two guiding principles. First, reproduce as many cliches as possible, but in a way that distorted those cliches to make some point (e.g. the party of adventurers that displayed a zillion dumb cliches died horribly quickly). Second, violate as many cliches as possible, in the interest of better world building (e.g. describe industry whenever possible). I wrote this novel extremely quickly. I wrote it as a first person chronicle, with inserted bits from other characters (this was far faster than any other POV for me to write, and kept the descriptive detail under control; also dialogue could legitimately be told and not shown). There was no particular plot ahead of time -- I treated it as a D&D game, where every day I had to come up with something for the characters to do. On several occasions, I got stuck, and a good friend of mine was willing to discuss how to deal with each of those situations. One of the three main characters (J.) was based on this friend. Another (L.) was based on my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. Several side characters (notable D. and S.) were based on another friend.

I then passed this -insert appropriate noun here- around to a bunch of my friends, including the one who had been helping all along, the soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, the other friend. My gaming group (who collectively appeared _twice_ in the novel, as two separate parties of adventurers encountered on the road, from two different games). Etc. They made a variety of suggestions (typos, continuity issues, etc.). I incorporated them, then put it away for a year. I got it out a year later and thought that (a) it was much worse than I remembered and (b) it exposed waaaaaay too much of my psyche. So I put it away.

Fast forward 7 or so years. I mention to someone else on the Board that I had written a novel upon retiring (they mentioned they might do that). That person asked if I would let them read that book. I said I'd have to dig it out. So I did. I haven't loaned it out. I'm busy rereading it (almost done). It's substantially better (question my judgment! I do!) than I remembered, and I think I've changed a lot more in those 7 years than I realized. And I've got a whole series of ideas for a sequel, some of which will cause continuity problems, but I think I can explain everything (ah, the joys of a known-unreliable narrator!). It took me a while to solve the paternity/resurrected god problem, but I think I can get the guy who was the basis for D. and S. to explain what kind of planar travel would fast forward someone to the future a good long ways in the D&D system, which is more or less what I'm working with here. Okay, AD&D for the picky. My player's handbook has long since been sold back to a used bookstore, so I'm not sure.

I bet anything that by the time I've gone through the process on this thing, I'll think it sucks, hide it, get it out, decide it shows way too much of my psyche, hide it again, and then, ten years hence go, hey, this is pretty good!

What prompted this? Reading _Resenting the Hero_. A lot of the themes of perception/reputation in a non-angsty context struck me as exactly the MASSIVE genre violation that caused me to believe my book absolutely unpublishable. That may have changed. Hmmmm.

ETA: I have no idea why this post has attracted so many spam comments (which no one else has seen because screen anonymous comments) but I'm blocking comments on this post to prevent further spammage.