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~ Tuesday, March 11, 2003
If only all executives were this pleasant about solving disputes.
Pizza delivery woman helps gunshot victim, gets fired. I know what I want in a boss.
~ Monday, March 10, 2003
I likely have epididymitis, which involves my prostate and other *ahem* parts. I had thought the two consecutive weeks with a soccer ball square in the nether regions might have been the cause of this pain, but it appears not. I am on antibiotics, have had some tests done, and see the doctor again next week to confirm things. The fact that I turn 40 next month and that my prostate is acting up suggests mortality to me, and I am gamely cracking jokes about it.
On the brighter side, today's mail brought news that I have been approved for a Canada Council for the Arts grant of $10,000.00 to complete my novel Napier's Bones. No excuses now, I have to get the words flowing again. This means a likely trip to Scotland in August (so that I can attend WorldCon at the end of it) for research purposes. A key notation from the papers that accompanied my acceptance letter: "Travel Abroad - Upon request, we will provide you with a letter of introduction identifying you as a grant holder. The presentation of such a letter to the cultural attaché at the Canadian embassy or high commission, or to other officials, may enable you to gain access to facilities not available to the general public." And so on.
Another member of Monty Python goes exploring.