Flowers and Dinner

I am in pain. I appear to have caught some kind of nasty flesh-eating virus that's making me break out like a fourteen-year-old with a two-liter Pepsi habit. I'm going to have to pick up some hydrocortizone when I get home. I bet I got it from the gym, which would really suck.

I bought Omaha pink flowers yesterday. Pink is, of course, my color of choice, since it reflects happiness and love. I actually bought them Wednesday night and left them on the kitchen table for her to discover, and to my pleasure she didn't notice them when she came home from her meeting Tuesday night.

We went out to Zoopas for Valentine's day. How lame is that? But February 14th is also Kouryou-chan's conception day, and we gave her the choice. The food there's not bad but it's hardly Valentine's day fare.

"I didn't make him for YOU!"

So, on the advice of many, I have begun shopping around some of my older work to newer venues. I've been reposting the Journal Entries to usenet, twice a week (Monday and Thursday), and I've been posting Aimee' to Stories Online. I'm going to have to figure out how to automate the process for SOL, because while there are only 10 chapters to the first Aimee' novel, the Journal Entries serial is 290 episodes even before I add any.

It's only been a week, so I've received all of one piece of email from the SOL crowd. The gist of the email was simple: Nobody on SOL was ever going to read Aimee because while there might be girls and dragons later on, the M/M scenes in the first three chapters were "too disgusting" for anyone to bother reading more.

Ah, well. There's a lot of competition on SOL, and there are a number of "open" universes there as well, where writers have been building out the series with their own notions and, of course, pecadillos.

I much prefer people who enjoy all the polymorphous perversity in my writing. Much better than one pompous homophobe.