For what it's worth:
It's taken me nearly a month, but I finally finished writing Medea. It was much, much harder than I thought. She's a deeply wounded person, and it's not the sort of thing that one gets over. I'm just not sure that it's up to snuff. And I"m not sure that I'm going to be able to find someone to edit it. Poor pirateguillermo has been a saint through it all. He's given me the time and space and encouragement to finish it. And he's already on my ass about starting the next part, which will be the last of this book.
My friend Rod was fired. It was a giant scandal: the owner of our company started picking on him and Rod retaliated in a rather loud and inappropriate manner. As a result, he's having the contents of his cube mailed to his house. The shame is that he takes almost 19 years of experience at this job with him. He's told me in the meantime that he's been very unhappy and unmotivated at his job lately and he thinks that's taken its toll. The guys are all busy trying to find excuses for him, but I can't say I'm surprised that he was fired. Sad, yes. Surprised, no.
pirateguillermo and I are househunting. We've looked at places in the Los Gatos Mountains and Bear Creek, and we've just put an offer on a really cute place we saw in Boulder Creek. If we get it, we're going to be po' for a while. Real po'. The poor Pirate's in shock.
And that's my sad story. How pedestrian, I know.