The trivia link is up. There's nothing there, but there is a delightful picture of Ham the Chimp, the first ape to be launched into orbit. I like the picture, because it speaks volumes of the intelligence of animals. Ham definitely knows something big is about to happen. And he definitely has misgivings about it. In fact Ham is definitely considering hopping out of that space-chimp-container and hightailing it for the nearest bar. But there's always the possibility that Earth will explode while he's in orbit, and that he will ride the shockwave to a new planet where the sunlight gives Ham powers far beyond those of normal chimps. It's not a likely scenario. But he's willing to take the risk.
A Farther Orbit is off to the editors. I say off to the editors because my editor is British-American and very proper. He prints out the manuscripts and edits them with a quill pen he dips in eagle ink. Not Eagle, the brand. Eagle, the bird. He has ink that is made from pressed bald eagles.
Those dastardly Brits will stop at nothing to bring down the colonies.
Anywho, I'm at a bit of loose ends the last few days. Writing is a lot like running or lifting weights or doing a TON of cocaine for a long period of time...when you stop, you miss it, and you've got all this extra energy you're not using and you get all stir crazy and you have to get up and do SOMETHING, ANYTHING!
Well, I guess that's not true of cocaine withdrawal. Not only is it a really hard word to spell (with draw al) it's also a horrible experience. I hear.
Don't do drugs.
Don't do bad drugs.
I've got some story ideas percolating, but I want to take a vacation away from Greg Samson for the summer. A large portion of Earthbound is already planned out, and the lion's share of The Battle of Ghaneb is already written in rough forms. So I'll be able to drop back in fairly easily. Besides, it's pulp, it's not like if Thoreau had paused writing Walden to go do a three-episode arc on NCIS and then tried to get back into the whole 'wilderness' thing.
On the other hand, I obviously need something to occupy the weirder parts of my mind, or they go even more peculiar. Also I start typing all wonky and British. What the hell is up with these textual mannerisms?...
Henry David Thoreau stars this month on NCIS! Harry Greentree and his band of rogue ex-military environmentalists are back for revenge, and this time a member of the team's life could be in jeopardy!
Gibbs: You'll never get away with this Greentree!
Greentree: [ Henry David Thoreau has been dead for one hundred and fifty four years. There's no way this could happen.]
Gibbs: You BASTARD!
Yeah, I gotta start writing something.
The unkempt thoughts of Benjamin Mumford-Zisk