BH: Chapter 2 edited
two stories mailed

The last-ever episode of "Buffy" is tonight. In a brilliant show of irony, it was reported in the newspaper today that in San Juan Capistrano they're going to build a 3,000-student school on an ancient Indian burial ground. Ken's response, "Don't these people ever go to the movies?!"

And it’s the LA Styx show (Styx/Journey/REO), and even though Ken suggested we go, I wouldn’t feel right spending that much money. Phooey. I feel like I’ve missed more shows than I’ve seen recently.

There. Mailed two stories. Applied for a job. Did lots of other little stuff.

Worked on editing Chapter 2 of BH today. I’m a bit cranky because I got interrupted the last time I was working on it, and I don’t remember how I was going to start the scene I was working on. I know I had it figured out… Phoo. Tomorrow I’d like to finish Chapter 3 and get the first three out to critiquers. This is taking much longer than it should. I don’t know why I have trouble writing when Ken’s in the study with me. It’s something I’m simply going to have to overcome.

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So. No more “Buffy”. Ever.

It was an incredible episode. Surprisingly, one of the funniest. One of my theories proved mostly correct (although I won’t post any spoilers here), while another one, which I came up with about 15 minutes into the show, did not. (Since it’s not a spoiler… The First was able to rise because the Slayer line and the time/space continuum [or whatever] was messed up when Buffy was brought back to life. Ergo, Buffy must die. Well, I thought Spike should’ve made her a vampire. Then she’d technically be dead—and oh, the irony! But no. I didn’t get input on this one.) I didn’t get as emotional as I expected I would, which is probably a good thing. We did tape it, largely because people were coming over to use the sewing studio and we wanted backup in case we missed something. Meg & Matt missed it (and one of Meg’s students was in it—the softball-playing girl), so we’ll watch it again when they visit this weekend.

Buffy Anne Summers. She saved the world. A lot. She inspired us a lot. And she’ll be missed.

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We’ll probably go up to LA early tomorrow afternoon and hit some museums (LACMA is doing a Genghis Kahn exhibit and the California Science Center has a Titanic exhibit) and grab cheap food before the Styx signing at Tower Records. (Ken has to do some sewing in the morning; he’s getting paid to make some garb for someone in time for Potrero War this weekend. The guy in question has been regularly coming to sewing nights and getting stuff done, but he needs more stuff more quickly, so it’s a reasonable deal.) I’ll get Larry and Glen to sign my Cornerstone shirt, and then have all the band members’ autographs, except for the two dead Johns. (And Sarah has John Panozzo’s autograph, so that kinda counts. In fact, I could be a total geek and stencil it onto the shirt.) All of that will mean that at concerts, I won’t need to keep an eye out for wandering band members. I missed an opportunity with Glen a few years ago and still kick myself for that.

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I feel like having an adventure. I don’t think the museums are going to cover it, nor a bike ride to the wild cat preserve. I think I want to go to a foreign country, which isn’t going to happen anytime soon. I want to go on vacation somewhere new. We’ve talked about various motorcycle trips, because we have the time right now, but we just can’t justify the expense (although the contract job in Boston looks more promising). Fristrating. Frustrating, too.

I also am dreaming of a writers’ retreat. I want to get away for a week and write without distraction. I want to have Teresa and Sarah there, and folks from OCW (whether my class or others). It wouldn’t be a critique thing, although we could crit each others’ work if someone wanted something looked over. No, it would be for writing—soaking up the energy of creativity, sharing it with each other. Some lounging and reading, and walks on the beach. Brainstorming. Creating.

I miss not being able to take my laptop into another room, even.

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Ah, but I sound crankier than I really am. I’m just restless, really. I want things to be happening faster than they are. I need to remember that I’m in control of a lot of them…