Mercury Retrograde
Jul. 5th, 2006 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxMercury's gone retrograde. Went retro yesterday, as a matter of fact.
It began a bit early, I feel, with that broken heart I got. Took me a few days to recover from that, and then all of a sudden last Saturday a close online friend of mine from the Shadownessence forum site goes and leaves. A woman I fancied, to boot.
Yesterday afternoon, another friend of mine from the writing group texts me to say that her computer died in the storms, same as mine did last November.
Like I said ... started early.
But you know the good news?
This weekend's all been about finding things we all thought were lost. Dad found his favourite cup; Mum found her little holy water locket from Pant Asaph Convent - it had fallen off in the garden.
And I retrieved some files from an Iomega Zip disk I feared had been forever corrupted. As short stories go, 1004/goodmother/Alicia and Hama aren't the best, but Et In Arcadia, Ego was one of my all time favourite ghost stories (it being set in the centre of Chester in the middle of high summer).
Also, the files for Time of the Fire and The Duty, Part I: Transition were retrieved, much to my delight. They might never see the light of day in their present form, but at least I have them.
Oh, and Haiku for Hitmen, the poetry book I published in 1999; I located the last copy I have in stock, which means I can go ahead and look up its ISBN in Whittaker's, and thereby begin the process of not only releasing a Second Edition of H4H, but now of releasing a second book, containing an anthology of some of my short stories.
So, there you have it.
It began a bit early, I feel, with that broken heart I got. Took me a few days to recover from that, and then all of a sudden last Saturday a close online friend of mine from the Shadownessence forum site goes and leaves. A woman I fancied, to boot.
Yesterday afternoon, another friend of mine from the writing group texts me to say that her computer died in the storms, same as mine did last November.
Like I said ... started early.
But you know the good news?
This weekend's all been about finding things we all thought were lost. Dad found his favourite cup; Mum found her little holy water locket from Pant Asaph Convent - it had fallen off in the garden.
And I retrieved some files from an Iomega Zip disk I feared had been forever corrupted. As short stories go, 1004/goodmother/Alicia and Hama aren't the best, but Et In Arcadia, Ego was one of my all time favourite ghost stories (it being set in the centre of Chester in the middle of high summer).
Also, the files for Time of the Fire and The Duty, Part I: Transition were retrieved, much to my delight. They might never see the light of day in their present form, but at least I have them.
Oh, and Haiku for Hitmen, the poetry book I published in 1999; I located the last copy I have in stock, which means I can go ahead and look up its ISBN in Whittaker's, and thereby begin the process of not only releasing a Second Edition of H4H, but now of releasing a second book, containing an anthology of some of my short stories.
So, there you have it.
