Originally Published at http://horrorwriter.diaryland.com/brez.html @ 9:36 p.m.
I hate to admit it, but I suck at keeping a journal. Really.
If I keep up this way, bellbottoms should be back in by the time I update again. No, scratch that, beehives and green polyester mini-dresses will be back in.
Well, what can you say? I have too much on my plate to maintain anything aside from my site online. The rest is editing and creating, when I’m lucky, researching. It’s cool, though. Keeps me on my toes.
I can’t believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day. Where does time go? And for that matter, does it really go anywhere? Perhaps it merely recycles itself, repeating the time again and again, and details are the only thing that keeps us from discovering nothing has really changed.
I’m babbling. So much has happened, I don’t know where to begin. I don’t have time to go to the beginning, so I’ll just float along and see where it comes out.
I get people on the brain this time of year. I’m sentimental sometimes. And appreciative. I can’t believe how many friends I’ve made and re-discovered just during the past months. You see people every day and just assume you aren’t anything alike. But, surprise, surprise. You find you really do have much in common. As is life.
This ties in to a great deal about people in general. You think you know people, how they are, then it all just changes. You find you don’t really know anyone and can’t really trust who you think you can. It’s remarkable.
People can be cloaked so well, and hidden away is a person you had no knowledge of. The real shocker is that it can go either way, always. Sometimes incredibly good, sometimes horribly bad, and only time can reveal it. It’s a life-long mystery.
The most important thing, regarding people, is to recall who goes through the bad with you. That’s what matters. Anyone can laugh and enjoy you when life is smiling and the day is sunny. But, when the storm comes in and you aren’t safe, it’s those that shelter you that matter.
I’m getting on a roll with this. Still editing, but started on a new book. Publisher wants a copy of the book I “tweaked,” for them. I tried floppies twice with three different programs, but it’s just too much. Finding a compatible program on XP that can accommodate a Mac is akin to brain surgery.
I’m tired of it, I don’t want downloads. I’ll just print out another copy. I already talked to them and it’s a definite go on the print-out. I don’t want to aggravate them, either. It isn’t often a publisher will work with you so hard on a novel they haven’t even accepted. Best to take those with as much care and consideration as possible.
My horror novels are progressing. I can’t keep up with them, myself, so my neglect of my journal should only be expected. The books basically take me wherever they want to go and I’m just along to supervise and enjoy the ride.
All for now, I think. May all your tales be twisted. Over and out.