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Spent this afternoon reading a short historical novel I wrote thirty years ago, making a few corrections before sending it off to my agent along with a couple of even older fantasy stories I rewrote about ten years ago. Recently I mentioned past work to him, and he said he wanted to read it, even if it wasn't a genre he normally accepts. Okay, then. Off it goes.
 
The market is screaming for more Catriona books! You simply love to see it.

I am excited to watch my Pittsburgh Penguins take on their rivals the Philadelphia Flyers tonight in game 1 of their playoff series. Seems crazy to me that Crosby, Malkin, and Letang are still together after winning their first cup for the Pens way back in 2009. 17 years ago !
 
On Goodreads, I have 999 written reviews. When I get 1,000, it will be virtual lemonade and cookies for all. There are 9,844 ratings. Someone must be reading the thing.

Trying to psych myself up for a group writing experience this afternoon. Had I not accepted an invitation, I'd skip it. Guess I can take my PP program and do the final touch ups at the library as easily as I can do them at home.

Well, not really, but I'm doing what I can to encourage myself to keep social engagements. I don't like being stood-up myself.

Sigh. It'll be fine. Reeeeeally.
 
Aw, checked in too late. You are now up to 1001 reviews! I'd left a rating a while back but not a written review. That's so cool - nearly 10K ratings with a 4.43/5 average!

Super duper happy and excited for you, love to see this.
 
The PowerPoint program and script are finished. Yay. Tomorrow I will polish up the at-home exercises I agreed to provide and call it good. I am not going to make much money on this deal, but maybe I'll be able to use the program repeatedly in the future and imporve the hourly wage. That's okay. It was kinda fun and I'm looking forward to the Zoom on Thursday evening.
 
Then who was the eggman?

According to Gemini:
The Eggman was Eric Burdon of The Animals. He claimed on Facebook that he was the inspiration for the line. He earned the nickname "Eggs" in the 1960s after sharing a story with Lennon about a sexual encounter involving a raw egg.

The Walrus, apparently, was John. He adopted the persona of the walrus from the Lewis Carroll poem. He later stated he did not realize the Walrus was the "bad guy" in the poem until after the song was written.

Lennon wrote the song to intentionally confuse analysts and fans who were searching for deep meaning in Beatles lyrics. He deliberately paired contrasting, nonsensical imagery—partly inspired by LSD trips.

Other interpretations suggest "the eggman" is a reference to Humpty Dumpty, who also appears in Lewis Carroll's work.

Take it or leave it, but that's what Gemini tells me. *shrug*
 
Been busy, all of a sudden. Granddaughter arrived 2nd April, the most gorgeous creature on this planet of ours, and her arrival contributed to quitting smoking on 3rd April, which resulted in the strangest, most intense sense of detachment where I felt like I was watching myself with impatience and irritation fumbling looking for words and failing coherence in the closest thing to psychosis I've ever experienced, except even more so because I was watching me watching me, so a secondary level of detachment which probably contributed to crashing the car on 3rd April, a Good Friday but not a great Friday-where we're going we don't need roads, except it's not back to the future and we did need roads-by missing that bend and straight on til morning over the low, rocky kerb-like boundary and through the sparse hawthorn bush to land in the field with the arse ripped out of the undercarriage and the deployment of both airbags but only after the car came to a stop and then they cracked the windscreen but the car is surely a write-off regardless and these meds for blood pressure and thinning and cholesterol have wrecked my sleep routine and combined with pervasive detachment to leave the road and plop into the field.

So, I haven't smoked since 3rd April as strongly encouraged by both the cardiologist and common sense, the various co-existing variations of me have started to coalesce again and cogency has become possible once more and I may even test it out with a few posts here and there on the forum, we have a car selected to replace the one that we probably needed to replace anyway, no-one was hurt and my granddaughter is the most gorgeous creature on the planet. Other grandparents may say the same thing, and they may be right, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
 
I haven't smoked since 3rd April
Good for you! December 29th for me, and as much as I hate to say it, month #2 was much worse than month #1. Don't know if it'll work for you, but I used my hyperactive executive functioning to trick myself into believing I was a non-smoker. I basically said, "I don't smoke, and that's a fact, Jack." Ergo, I couldn't be experiencing nicotine cravings because I'm a non-smoker. Double ergo, there must have been something else compelling me to chew on the dry wall. After about three months it went away.
 
the Boston Marathon was run today and a new record was set by the winner John Korir of Kenya - 2:01:52 (26.2 miles)
 
...my granddaughter is the most gorgeous creature on the planet. Other grandparents may say the same thing, and they may be right, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

All grandchildren are the most gorgeous creatures on earth, as well as the main reason we bothered to have children in the first place.

Good on ya for giving up the smoke, Rigor. I'll be rooting for you.

We live in an interesting rural neighborhood with a rental trailer and a shop across the road from us. Some interesting folks have occupied the place over the last thirty-five years, from very fine individuals to tweakers to a guy who ran a chop shop. Today I watched someone try to tow a three-quarter-ton pickup up a significantly sloped dirt driveway with a quad. No. It didn't work.
 
So, I haven't smoked since 3rd April
Good for you. Like Homer, I found that the second month was harder than the first one. I quit smoking thirty years ago, and haven't had the urge for years, although I still smoke in my dreams. In that state, I count the cigarettes in my back, and wonder if I don't have another pack around, and tell myself that I can still smoke because I'm dreaming.

The method I used is called "Switch Down and Quit." It involved changing brands every couple of weeks to one with a lower tar and nicotine content. The idea was to wean me away from dependency on the nicotine. All I can say that it (and a lot of will-power) worked for me. But there are probably a zillion methods now to choose from.
 
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