Han, Jokers, and my o'erweening hubris
So me and my siblings recreated a matinee of Star Wars today. I think it was only my third time seeing it, and the first in a long time, maybe 6 years, because while I remember the story just fine, and even dialogue, I didn't really remember the details at all. Lots of the memory is what I've heard and recalled imperfectly, I'm sure.
Anyway. It was cool to see it with new genre-savvy eyes.
And Han Solo?
Well, I'd remembered he was cool, but...
don't mind my speechlessness over here.
I got a rejection for a poem and sent it right out again. I'm holding up that side of this VP bargain! What next? I don't know. I should be revising...
Oh, and I finished the Wild Cards book PNH sent me. That's apparently due out this year. It was very fun, and had that head-long zigzag feel of a collaborative novel where different people are taking on the plot.
Boy do I have so much work to do...
Anyway. It was cool to see it with new genre-savvy eyes.
And Han Solo?
Well, I'd remembered he was cool, but...
don't mind my speechlessness over here.
I got a rejection for a poem and sent it right out again. I'm holding up that side of this VP bargain! What next? I don't know. I should be revising...
Oh, and I finished the Wild Cards book PNH sent me. That's apparently due out this year. It was very fun, and had that head-long zigzag feel of a collaborative novel where different people are taking on the plot.
Boy do I have so much work to do...