Thoughts

back home. I don't like being home. I miss people. I really miss having some people around me all the time. I have no social life outside of work. Clarion was the first time since college that I've had people to interact with.

For future Clarion classes, we recommend that you start playing poetry round robins about the end of week five. any earlier and they'll just degrade into in jokes and innuendo. Three days of it was enough for us. THough I'm still rather proud of my statement that the bread was for feeding the ducks and the fish, but they were koi. That's just because I'm pleased with puns.

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Oh, such weird dreams last night. Mostly they were sort of mutations of Clarion dreams--lots of people from Clarion. I think they made me sleep badly--I didn't get any less sleep than I'm used to, but I'm so tired today it's not funny.

Among the bills my roommate should have sent me while I was at Clarion was my rejection from ROF. Blue form of death. Bah. Lightning quick even--subbed the 29th of May, rejected by the 17th of June. It probably needs a rewrite anyways. It was one of my submission stories, so I've got some notes from the various teachers lying around to incorporate into it. And since so many wanted her to end up with the merman, I have to play around with that a little more, make it more obvious that it is just as bad a choice to stay under the water in her condition as it is to live on land without getting fixed. And of course, people would probably like more of their god damned settings. Bastards, all of you. I hate you all. Making me clutter perfectly good stories with all sorts of insignifican details. :P

Work

Okay, first off they invented new words for this document. secondly, they made variations of said words. thirdly, they told the computer that part of the document was written in spanish. so the spell check is beyond truly useless.

Home again home again

Okay, travel update. I flew into Detroit from Lansing just about exactly at the same time as the thunderstorms: first we got held up 20+ minutes in flight, on a flight that was only supposed to be 40 minutes long. Then lightning was hitting the runways, so they weren't letting planes load or unload. So the flight got in an hour later than it should have. No real problem, as everyone had been delayed. Lena--who had ended up on my flight because the direct Lansing to Minneapolis flight goes via Detroit and changes planes--ran off to her flight. I stood around wondering where the hell my 3:12 flight was, and what was up with it. The monitor with the Ws on it was turned off at that gate, and I didn't know which way to head to find out what was up with it. Finally tagged along with a group who were also heading to National. We get to the gate, but the 3:12 was cancelled, and they'd rebooked us onto the 6:47 am Monday morning flight.

Now, because it was weather, no chance in getting the airport to spring for a place to stay. So I was facing the prospect of 15 hours in the airport. Oh, and of course, since I was going from mid-80s Lansing to a DC summer, I'd decided to wear a tank top, and not take an over shirt. So I was so cold already, and it had only been about 15 minutes. This is when I wanted to start crying.

But I'm 25 years old, and I'm a big girl, and even though I absolutely can not stand travelling by myself, I never end up traveling with someone else, so I'm getting used to doing everything all by myself. So I get the woman at the counter to put me on the standby list for the 5:30 flight. I'm 5th on the list. She *really* doesn't think I'll make it on. I'm hoping she's wrong, but I prepare myself for spending 15 hours in the airport. Mostly by calling everyone on my phone, and gossiping madly. I was lonely.

Then the 5:30 gets held cause the computer system was having problems. (they didn't say 'crashed' :) I decided that waiting to before that the computers were working was probably a good idea. But also that I didn't want to know why the plane wasn't working, cause I don't need details. "it don't work" is enough for me. I prefer to be blissfully unaware of the workings of the airplane) So they bumped it back 15 minutes, and then a half hour. And then announce that they were looking for a new plane, and gave us notice that it could take 2 hours to find one. Not like I've got anything better to do with my time.

Well, I lucked out and there were spare seats on the increasingly ill-named 5:30 flight, so I got home at a little after 9. Whereby I discovered that one of my suitcases was in detroit still. but I really liked that so much better than my suitcase being in DC, and me being in Detroit. They dropped my bag off last night, so everything's good now.

And now I'm pondering World Fantasy Con. I have always wanted to go to Minneapolis.