la familia es todo
Today my little sister turns twenty. She is also engaged, as of a few days ago. Congrats to her on both counts. We always knew she'd be the one to settle into respectable domesticity far ahead of me. I still have this sort of repressed fear that I'll be sixty and have no companions except my typewriter and a stray cat, whom I've enticed into a grudging friendship by feeding him bits of my hand.
So yeah, I'm up late. I have a story due in five days and I have no clue on it right now. It's getting more difficult to write a workshop story that isn't The Workshop Story, the sort of carefully crafted minimalist realist garden-variety narrative that's splattered all over current literary periodicals, and which is the main reason for that backlash against MFA writing programs. I've seen it circumvented, but it's tricky and risky and I am once again out of my depth. Always learning, though.
Because I believe in balancing right-brain activity with left-brain activity, I've also been learning PHP, in the half-assed way of learning a language just well enough to get it to do what you want. But hoo, is this shit slick. I'm loving it. So a PHP-based small-scale redesign in the next few days, probably.
Well, Mad is running ads now. It was what, them and Ms. who were the only holdouts? It's a principle thing, guys; now we're all one step closer to waking up in the Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment. I really have to sleep.
