Here we go Steelers

Well, tomorrow is the Super Bowl.  Hailing from Pennslvania, you are either born a Steelers or an Eagles fan.  I’ve always been a Steelers fan.  Yes, that includes the Mark Malone and Bubby Brister years.

Anyhow, tomorrow we’re having a little party at our house for the Super Bowl.  Not so much a woo hoo! party as a bunch of people watching the game together party.  They will probably be as many toddlers there as kids.  Still, it should be fun.

We had a pretty good Saturday.  My wife and daughter came to my hockey game at 7:45 this morning.  I really didn’t play that great.  It was one of those game where I felt like I never played before.  Oh well.  It happens.

In the afternoon, I took my daughter with me to buy some supplies for the party.  Yep, I even took her in to the beer distributor (in PA we can’t buy beer at the grocery store, we have to go to a distributor).    She did a real good job at the grocery store.  Normally, she has a tendency to wander away, but today she stuck with me.  We had some good bonding time.

Oh, it’s nearly February.  That means by the end of the month (and things seem to be moving this way fast) I’ll probably have a newborn living in my house.  Then it’s zombie time for a year.


I’m currently reading Terry Pratchett’s Hogfather. So far, it’s been really cracking me up.

I’m about 100 pages into the book, after starting it last Sunday. This may not seem like much, but is a torrid pace for me. Basically, I read when I have time. This is mostly when my wife is reading to our daughter to get her to go to sleep (the daughter only wants Mommy if available). I’ll lay on the floor near the bed and read whatever novel I’m reading on my Sony Reader, always mindful of the falling book they have finished. My job in the process is to fetch a new book, without getting knocked out of course.

Anyway, Hogfather has a few of my current Favorite Discworld characters. You have Death’s granddaughter Susan, you have Death posing as the Hogfather (Santa Clause of the Discworld), and you have The Death of Rats (the Grim Reaper for rats). The Death of Rats is my favorite favorite, as he’s this little skeleton rat. I picture Stuart Little without any flesh and whose only word is SQUEAK (Death always speaks in all caps).

Anyhow, typical silly Pratchett.  I highly recommend this one.  I’m 1/5th into the story and I already am thinking “I don’t want this book to end.”

I Deserve a Commission

Do you all remember the short story I posted here in December? The one about the guys in a bar that were trying to think of inventions, only their ideas were increasingly bizarre? It’s a pretty good story, actually. Go ahead and read The Innovator if you haven’t read it before. It was written for a short story contest I didn’t win.

Anyhow, I just found out one of the crazy inventions I wrote about is real! Seriously. What I called the “table stabilizer” is an actual product called the Wobble Wedge. How funny is that?

Neil Gaiman on NPR

Just a quick post today, as I’m not quite sure yet to write about. We were supposed to get a bunch of snow last night and wound up only getting a little. For some reason that has thrown me for a loop.

Neil Gaiman was on NPR yesterday, talking about winning the Newberry for The Graveyard Book. Click on Listen Now to hear the interview. On that same page you can read Chapter 1 of The Graveyard Book. I recommend you do that as well.

Draft Two – Dun Dun Dun

Started Draft Two of my novel last night. Draft One is not completely finished, but I needed to start some edits so I have something to share with my writing group on Monday. A file named Draft Two now exists in the world.

For me, it’s an extremely weird thing to go back and read what I’ve written a couple months ago. Reading my Chapter 1 has been interesting. It’s almost like it was written by somebody else. I mean, I have a general idea of what happened in the chapter, but most of the details are fuzzy. The best part is that it isn’t terrible writing. It gives me something to work with.

So, have any of you experienced this, or is it some reflection on my terrible memory that I can write something and then so completely forget about it?

Since When Are the Funnies Educational?


It’s probably not a surprise to anyone who has read this blog for a long time, but I like to read the Funny Pages in the newspaper. I’ve always liked the comics section. I used to cut out individual comics I liked the most and assemble little comic books on construction paper to read to my sister on Christmas Eve night.

Anyhow, did you see Sunday’s Foxtrotcomic? I love Foxtrot. As always, this week’s was a good one. I’ve posted it above. I hope I can do that. If not, please come visit me in Internet Prison.

The only bad thing was that this week’s comic made me think. Who wants that on a Sunday morning? The worst part was it involved Algebra. Not because I hate Algebra. I love Algebra. However, I had one of those I should know how to solve this problem, but I don’t know how moments. Very depressing. I have a Minor in Mathematics, for goodness sake. I should be able to solve a little Algebra problem in a comic strip. I guess if you don’t use it you lose it.

So I went to the Internet for a refresher. Why? Because I had to. I’m so in trouble once it’s time to help my daughter with her homework. *ugh*

Big Sister School

Yesterday morning I skipped my hockey game to go to the local hospital for “Sibling Preparedness Class” for my daughter. I’m really glad I did.

First of all, it was interesting to go into the hospital and up to Labor and Delivery. In fact, I got a little emotional going up there. In a month or so, we’ll be going up there again and when we come home we will be a family of four instead of three.

The class itself was very good. My daughter got to hold a baby doll (something she isn’t usually into) and give it a bath, dress it, put on a diaper, etc. She liked the baby so much, after the class we went and bought her one for home. Anything to get her into the whole new baby thing is a plus for us.

Saturday afternoon, I went to this massive antique store in town. It was once an old movie theater and now houses floors and floors of antiques. I have my eye on a really cool old black Royal typewriter that they had for sale for only $20. I don’t even know if it works. If I still had a dedicated writing room and desk I would totally buy the thing. As it is, we have nowhere to put it. *sigh*

Anyhow, that’s been my weekend. We also had a lovely time celebrating my wife’s birthday. I’m not looking forward to going to work tomorrow.

New Blog Header

So, I created a new header for this blog yesterday.  I liked the old one, but this one feels more writerly.

For those of you who are interested in such things, I created the header in Photoshop.  The drawings on the header are from a web site called Grandma’s Graphics which features many drawings and illustrations from the public domain.  It really is a wonderful site.  Please check it out.  I heard about the site, of course, from Boing Boing.

I made no progress last night on the novel.  My daughter developed a headcold yesterday, which caused her to take a nap during the day, which caused her to stay awake until 10:00.  I’m not about to start writing that late.  I’m hoping for a better writing night tonight.

Now for a poll.

Makin’ Progress

So, this week hasn’t been the best week for my ego, writing wise.  No big deal.  It happens.  As a writer my ego is as fragile as the five minutes sleep a new parent gets with a newborn baby (oh yeah, I’m thinking about that already).  Don’t worry about me, though.  I’ll bounce back.

In the meantime, I’ve been slowly slogging along on my novel.  When I say slow I mean slowwwww.  I’m talking one sentence a day slow.  No exagerration.  At least I’m moving forward, I suppose.

Last night I completed the next to last chapter in the novel. Only one more to go!  Tonight I start on the finish, something I’ve never before attempted on a novel.  It should be interesting.

Not too much else is new.  I have a sore elbow.  Tendinitis would most likely be the diagnosis if U went to see a doctor.  Too much hockey, shoveling snow, picking up my daughter, and working out.  The elbow needs rest, but it will doubtfully get it.  Take that, elbow!