Sunday
20 February 2000

"God invented people because he loves stories."

"The day is short; the task is great; the workers are sluggish; the wages are high; and the Master of the house is pressing."
-- Rabbinic saying

Today I feel there will never be enough time to tell the stories. I hate this feeling.

And because we had eight inches of snow I didn't go up to Boskone. And that makes me feel even worse because I missed the opportunity of networking with other writers. And that makes me feel I may be doomed to eternal oblivion...

I can hear Maynard G. Krebbs: "We're doomed, Dobe, doomed."

But what I need to cultivate is a little Zelda Gilroy...

Rats. I'm going to bed.

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