Mr. Brown politely inquired about the offspring yesterday at WOTS and suggested that I make sure he reads comics when he's old enough. That's a given. I'll have Sandman, Bone, Strangers in Paradise and various D&Q books on my shelves. I don't think I'll let the offspring read this book until he's 30, though. Not because of the sexual content, but because of Brown's terribly cynical view of romantic relationships and monogamy.
Speaking of paying for it, am mulling over applying for a SFWA membership. (I am one pro sale short of a full membership but I qualify for an associate membership.) I'm not quite convinced of the value of such networks anymore with the advent of the internet and now social media. Also, I doubt any agent or publisher would be interested in me as I've lost my teenaged desire of cranking out bestselling fat fantasy novels. But I've been out of the loop for so long I feel I should get back in it.
(The offspring, who was asleep on me, has suddenly just started crying like his heart's been broken. I often wonder what he has nightmares about. The day of the C-section? Being separated from his BFF Mr Umbilical Cord? That time I had Indian food at work? But I digress.)
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Status
Word count: 30,018. Woo! Broke 30,000. Last sentences: "'They're worried about our morale,' he said. 'They're afraid we'll bail like rats on a sinking ship when they need us the most.' 'When do ships need rats?' I said."
