Jason Córdova's Blog, page 64
August 6, 2012
Saving Yourself From Yourself
I have to admit, I’m not a fan of Apple.
Oh, I have an iPhone, don’t get me wrong. I like it. It works for me and it does what I want it to do.
That being said, I don’t worship at the altar of Jobs. I don’t drink the Kool-Aid. I don’t hand Apple my credit card and scream “Take my money!” like some people I know. I mean, if I bought a MacBook or something, I’d spend another hundred dollars getting MS Office. And with what I’d be dropping on an MacBook, I could buy a tricked out gaming computer w...
August 5, 2012
Wibbly-Wobbly
Oh wow, a day off from work. Ithink I remember what these feel like. I’m supposed to, uh… rest? I dunno.
As I mentioned the other day, I’m waiting on two more submissions I have out right now. One of them have great chances of being picked up by the editor; the other was an experiment in voice and point of view narrative that may not be what they’re looking for. I’m fine with that, though, because they were for the same anthology and the second was written on a whim. My Alpha Reader didn’t und...
August 2, 2012
Another Story
Just got word that I’ve been accepted (officially) into the nextDreams of Steamanthology from Kerlak. My short,“The Finder’s Keeper”, can be previewed here. I’ll have a link and cover art as soon as I have it.
Waiting on news for two more stories. Meanwhile, am working nonstop and am in the midst of a damn-near 17 day work week. I’ll resurface Sunday.
Hopefully.
July 23, 2012
Amerika ist Wunderbar
I’ve watched the simmering pot boil over this weekend and not said anything, partly because all of the facts aren’t in (and probably will never be in) and partly because a lot of people have such a difficult time comprehending how someone can go into a public place and do such a thing.
This isn’t a pro-gun rant (though, if not careful, could turn into one), nor is it an anti-gun rant (again, same rules apply). This is a “why our country is great” post.
You see, if something like this had happen...
July 21, 2012
Interviewed-ish
Hey, someone felt sorry for me and went ahead and let my muse speak. Scary, right?
Well, here’s the link.
Also, writing. I’ll be around for a real update soon.
July 14, 2012
Brainfart Week
Total. Mental. Brainfart.
FandomFest went well enough I suppose, though half of my time there was spent trying to find my panel rooms. The hotel was a rat maze that begged to be used in a horror flick ala Saw. Jigsaw would have a field day with the crazy assed layout of the Galt House Hotel. Then, upon being in my panels, a total of 15 people showed up. That’s 10 less then last year. If not for the fact that I have a lot of writer and publishing friends who attend the con, I don’t think that I...
June 29, 2012
This Weekend
Working under a deadline, plus the “real” job which pays for everything, leads to a frustrated writer forgetting to update his website.
On the plus side, I’ll be returning to FandomFest for a Saturday-only engagement this weekend. You may remember last year’s AAR of the event (most of you found this place due to said after action review), but I was promised a vastly superior time this year. And no Hotel of Pain. Plus, for entertainment, I was promised a pet Scalzi*. I’ve always wanted a Scalzi...
June 17, 2012
Father’s Day
20 very short years ago, I met my dad for this first time.
April 26, 1992 (thank you Sublime for making the greatest day in my life the opening lyrics of your most controversial song… hard to forget that day)
Oh, he wasn’t a dead-beat dad or anything like that at all. I was a 13 year old kid in a group home, looking for a permanent home. I had been in and out of other group homes since the age of 4. I’d had a few shots with the birth family but things were just so wrong between us that it would...
June 12, 2012
Panic Attack Moment
I literally had to stop writing a few minutes ago. I started having horrible flashbacks and — I think — a panic attack.
That was odd. I’ve never had one before.
Recap: 11 years ago my older brother Shawn committed suicide. I was 23 at the time and he was pretty much the only sibling I had as a role model. No, he wasn’t my only sibling. Hell, he was “only” a foster brother. But Shawn was my life support when I was waterski racing, my observer, the guy who told the driver (my dad) to slow the hel...
Will another one bite the dust?
Will another one bite the dust?.
Amanda Green pretty much explains it all. You might want to listen to her.
