Bleeding Fiction

Well, I'm off to San Francisco tomorrow for the American Camping Association's National Conference. I'll be there until Saturday. Should be a fun time, not the least of which because it'll be my first trip to San Francisco and I'll actually have a little bit of time to explore the city. San Fran is probably the one city in the States that I've always wanted to visit more than any other. No idea why, just has been. Just to fuel my undeserved hippie image, I guess. We'll see if I really like it or only thought I would. I'll try to take pictures.

I won't get any of Fire and Jade done on the trip since I've decided not to bring my laptop with me. With all of the stuff I need to bring for the conference I'll have enough baggage to worry about without it. No biggie, really. Depending on how roomy the flight is and how comfortable my hotel room is I may write one of short stories I've put on the back-burner. If not, the wandering time and the reading I'm bringing will make up for it.

And since I already brought it up: I got in about six thousand words this weekend, which is not the best I've ever done, but better than I have lately. I've also broken past the bit where I was writing entirely new material, which was a major source of frustration for me. Of course, I'm discovering that doing big revisions of old material has its own unique set of problems. Still no clue when the draft'll be done, but I'm about a fourth of the way through it now and finishing is no longer looking like a pipe dream.

Take care, kids. Try not to break anyone while I'm gone.