What made me happy today?
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Yet you're still described as "New Member."
I'm still undecided whether to describe my novel set 1981-1984 as "period" or "historical." I say it's set at the "end of the predigital epoch and beginning of the neopuritan era."
I describe my story set in 1986 as historical, since it deals with a real historical event. But I don't know if you'd do that if a story just uses the time period as a backdrop though - maybe then, it'd be period.
Hmm, I guess you can't use
"the launching of the Reaganite-Thatcherite Regime".
How about "The MTVian Revolution"?
If your novel has anything to do with music, that might help.
Probably not. History is slowing down as the methods for recording the present improve. I remember when I was looking into history PhD programs 20 years ago, the proficiency in foreign languages was the great bottleneck. You couldn't research primary source documents if you didn't speak the language. Now Johnny from Burger King's phone can translate anything that wonders across its lens.
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I think the banners stack, leaving the older ones
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My wife needs a van she can drive into on her powered wheelchair. What she needs, she gets. I'm picking up a converted Chrysler Pacifica minivan with a built in ramp this Tuesday.
Unfortunately, her current ride, a stock Pacifica, isn't a good candidate for trade-in because of repair history. It's OK. We're keeping it.
Which means we're going to be a two minivan family.
I'm thinking the same thing you are - we're our own minivan gang.
Our gang will be like a biker gang, except better. For one thing, we'll have minivans instead of Harleys. And the jackets? No dull leather for us - corduroy. And pocket protectors for the OG founding members.
On a more practical note, there's one thing about minivans that makes them better than anything else I've ever driven, including the Camaro I had for a while.
On our Pacifica, the seats fold into wells in the floor. Fold the middle row seats away and you have a nearly flat deck.
The third row seat is spacious. There's a convenient 110 volt outlet back there. Open the side doors for great ventilation and with the middle row seats gone there is massive legroom. A folding "C" table serves as a work surface for my laptop.
It's like what the Lincoln Lawyer wishes he had.
Sports cars are nice. Muscle cars are cool. A writing studio on wheels, that's awesome.
Unfortunately, her current ride, a stock Pacifica, isn't a good candidate for trade-in because of repair history. It's OK. We're keeping it.
Which means we're going to be a two minivan family.
I'm thinking the same thing you are - we're our own minivan gang.
Our gang will be like a biker gang, except better. For one thing, we'll have minivans instead of Harleys. And the jackets? No dull leather for us - corduroy. And pocket protectors for the OG founding members.
On a more practical note, there's one thing about minivans that makes them better than anything else I've ever driven, including the Camaro I had for a while.
On our Pacifica, the seats fold into wells in the floor. Fold the middle row seats away and you have a nearly flat deck.
The third row seat is spacious. There's a convenient 110 volt outlet back there. Open the side doors for great ventilation and with the middle row seats gone there is massive legroom. A folding "C" table serves as a work surface for my laptop.
It's like what the Lincoln Lawyer wishes he had.
Sports cars are nice. Muscle cars are cool. A writing studio on wheels, that's awesome.
I did not go to work today because of the cold. The first time ever in almost 50 years. It was below zero here today with the windchill at 31 below zero. I claim to be semi retired, which is really a lie. I am down to 60 hours a week which I tell my wife makes me semi retired. I enjoy what I do, but today I was very happy to not be doing it. I do feel guilty, but I am happy.
Instead of rallies at Sturgis and Dayton, you can rumble at the Waffle House in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania or the city park in Oglalla, Nebraska.
I finished a story. This one only took five years.
