Some Days in the Life - June 25, 1999
Summer session's meeting went really well and I'm very excited. I get to mold the minds and thoughts of young people, potentially allowing me to scar humanity well into the twenty-first century.
I finally forced myself to write last night, ignoring Mason like a terrible host. It was strangely fun. I didn't do Fairhaven though. Instead, after inquiring and learning no contracts had been signed, I forced myself through the rest of the Ethereal Player's Guide rough draft. So, much of today (after work) will be going through with the highlighter and learning what stuff needs to get whacked like a big old Mole. Then, page counts and I send it off, and power out a sample chapter or two.
It's 15,227 words long, which is longer than a publishable short story. But if they buy it, the hard work's all done. I just need to elaborate and expand. Then again, they may see the length and go running, screaming.
Mason is good for my musical education. We've gone through about four CD's a night, most of which I've never heard. Some groups are a lot better than I ever knew. I will have to own them all. And Eric Clapton is God. Which makes sense if you consider someone bought one of his guitars at auction (appraised at $80,000, the one he wrote Laiyla on) for just a few thousand shy of a half a million dollars.
It was a Charity thing, and Clapton was stunned. I would be too. I wouldn't pay a half-million dollars for a chunk of the true cross, the original manuscript of Hamlet and a night with Minnie Driver. I sure wouldn't pay it for a Blues guitar.
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