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Family Matters, Frigid Weather and Words, Words, Words! [Feb. 11th, 2008|08:58 pm]
Young Geoffrey
You know you enjoy someone's company when you arrive for a visit at around 7:00 AM on Thursday, having slept not at all since noon the previous day, and yet somehow stay awake until about 5:00 in the morning the following Friday. No! No, Gentle Readers, I have not met a woman and fallen in love. In fact, that time was spent with family, my mother in particular (though my younger brother cracked (and, in fact, paid for) the first beer, he was unable to hack it and withdrew shortly after midnight. But mom and I stayed up talking until even Sudbury's northern son was threatening to escape over the horizon. By the time my head hit that tiny couch-pillow I had been awake for just more than 40 hours.

In short, I've been away. Even worse - or better - I spent the better part of five days largely avoiding media, electronic or otherwise. Absolutely no radio, several missed newspapers, and checked my email only to confirm (thank you Steve) that my cat was alive and well (though I sensed a certain bitter resentment upon my return; several DVDs, burned with copies of Get Smart for my father's nostalgic edification were in the garbage next to my desk) and to confirm arrangements to meet (what turned out to be, not surprisingly) the delightful sooguy, after a few too many missed opportunities.

And I confess, I didn't even check my friends' list here, so if I miss drama, ecstasy or even tragedy, forgive me; I've been out of touch.

Part of the explanation for the initial 40-hour marathon was that I took what I thought would be a side-trip to Peterborough, in the mistaken misapprehension that buying a ticket "from Peterborough to Sudbury" meant taking a bus from Peterborough to Sudbury. Little did I know the aforementioned ticket entails a return jaunt to Hogtown, a (scheduled) three-hour stop-over and only then a ride to Sudbury. To make matters worse, I hadn't consulted the weather gods, so I alone was surprised that my bus to "Sudbury" arrived over an hour and a half late.

But never mind - I got in a fair amount of reading and had a very good visit with my niece, prior to finding my way into the genuine Great White North.

Where was I?

While in Sudbury, I did finally meet sooguy in person. He and I are quite different people (but please, don't hold it against me), but I think I can safely say we were both pleased with the meeting, even if his work-schedule and geography prevented him from getting properly polluted. I, on the other hand ... well no, three (or was it two) pints barely dilutes, nevermind pollutes, me. That had to wait until I got back to my mum's, where she and my brother and I pulled another all-nighter.

Beyond the family socializing, and maybe because of my self-imposed streaming media fast, I also managed to get in a couple of interesting books while I was up north, about which I will be posting soon - most likely tomorrow, although I drafted my thoughts yesterday.

The trip did see me ignore my novel for close to a week, but I feel I scored a moral victory upon my return this afternoon, when I walked from the bus terminal at Bay and Dundas, to one of my favourite pubs, just past Queen and Spadina, opened my lap-top and managed about 1,000 words and hour for three hours. (For those paying attention, the count is now at close to 35,000 words; my current belief is that it will come in at around 80,000 and then be pared back to about 50,000. A novella, by some standards, but a novel by others.

With any luck at all, and either way, it will be something good enough to sell or (seriously) self-publish. But since I am deliberately not looking back at what has come before until I've finished it (I know all too well the temptation that can lead to fixing Chapter One for years, and long before Chapter 20 has even been drafted), you're guess is (almost) as good as mine.

Anyway. I'm now 43, but I've seldom felt better. Life goes on, folks; let's live it!
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[User Picture]From: sooguy
2008-02-12 12:45 pm (UTC)
Glad you had a good trip and returned safe.

It was definitely good meeting you finally. Yes, I never doubted we were different people, but in a good way. I would have never stayed on your Flist thought if I thought we were in any way incompatible. Your a writer, appreciate SF, and have roots in Norther Ontario, you can't be all bad.

Anyhow here's my post after our meeting - http://sooguy.livejournal.com/375539.html

Hope we get to do it again where I can share a few pints! Maybe over your first draft of you novel.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2008-02-13 08:40 pm (UTC)
I would have never stayed on your Flist thought if I thought we were in any way incompatible.

When I first read your reply, I was going to reply by expressing surprise at the above; "I have all sorts of people on my friends list that I wouldn't want to hang with in person. But then I thought about my actual list, rather than some ideal one and realized that mine is like yours - made up (almost) entirely of people whose company I imagine I would enjoy in person.

As for next time, if it's in Sudbury, one or t'other of us should arrange for chauffered transport.
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[User Picture]From: sooguy
2008-02-14 12:00 am (UTC)
By incompatible, I meant horrid beliefs I couldn't abide by or some such thing. I'm very accepting tolerant person and I think I would at least go out for coffee with 90% of my friends list ONCE.

You on the other hand, I knew we had a lot more shared interests despite our different backgrounds and lifestyles.

Definitely we need to even the playing field next time.
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[User Picture]From: jade_noir
2008-02-12 11:51 pm (UTC)
That's awesome that you got to talk to your mom for that long.
I don't want to move away from my mom ever but I know I will someday. I don't know how you grown-ups take it.

Ah the great North. I have never been to Canada but my step-dad says that he's going to go up there in a few years for the eclipse.
Have you ever seen the northern lights? I want to come up there and see them.

Are you going to ever post what your novella is about/maybe some excerpts?

My journal has been very childish lately: being young never produced so much blah-blah.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2008-02-13 08:50 pm (UTC)

Talking With Mothers

I left my mum when I was 14 (went to live with my dad in Toronto) but, strangely, don't recall that I missed her much. And, since I left my dad to strike out on my own when I was 17, I didn't miss him either.

And yet, I was and remain very happy to see them when we do get together. I've never been able to satisfactorily explain how I can juggle two such apparently contradictory attitudes, but I'm happy that I do.

I have seen the Northern lights, but have never had the pleasure of a really good display. Here in Toronto, the lights of the city barely permit even a dozen stars to show through the light pollution.

The novella is a fantasy that I hope will lead like a cross between Doctor Who and The Lord of the Rings - in other words, a good old-fashioned adventure.

Once I've completed the first draft and if I don't, upon reading it, decided it's a complete piece of garbage worthy only of going into my archives and not to be seen by human eyes until after my death, I'll be making a post here asking for first-readers who would be willing to critique the second draft, which I will post for those interested eyes in individual chapters.

Maybe by the end of the month. Maybe.

As for the quality of recent journal, I still haven't gone back over the last week's worth of my friends' entries, so I have no comment except that, well, you're not 18 yet so you are by definition allowed. And even ancient posters such as myself have our childish moments.
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[User Picture]From: valacious
2008-02-13 08:43 am (UTC)
I don't know why this post touched me so much, but thank you for sharing. Probably because I have a wonderful relationship with my mother who lives alllllllllllll the way across the continent from me and I miss her dearly. I imagine I'm also touched as a mother, imagining such bonding with my own son when we're older. I'm not sure.

It was a delightful read.

Though I wouldn't have minded a detailed post about a 40 hour straight romp with a delicious nymph either. ;) Work on that, if you don't mind. ;)
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2008-02-13 08:51 pm (UTC)

Ah ... Shucks!

I'm glad you enjoyed it; and I too wouldn't mind (to put it mildly!) having a a delicious nymph to write about!
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