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A productive evening’s writing at the coffee shop. It was only me and Jay Lake tonight, and Jay left a while ago, but I kept slowly plugging away. The plot is being fractious and not helping me to guide it to the right place, but I think some kind of confrontation is brewing even if it wasn’t the one I had in mind. Also, Jay gave me some great writing-business tips. In exchange, I gave him my opinion (for whatever that’s worth) on a novella of his which I think could be great if he just let it go in the direction it wants to go instead of the direction he wants it to go. But it’s his novella and I wish him all the best with it.
Kate and I have been enjoying the latest season of Amazing Race and we keep thinking about what it would be like to compete for real (as opposed to the pretend version we had in Thailand). I think we could be good at it — it is what we do for fun, after all — except for the physical demands of some of the Detours and Roadblocks, and the whole going-without-food-and-sleep thing. I know that there are a couple of tour packages offering a semi-equivalent experience for money (a trip around the world with some competitive and adventure aspects, though without either the million-dollar prize or the possibility of elimination). I’ve also considered asking our friends to put together an itinerary for us (places to go and certain things to do or see) which we would then unseal bit by bit as we traveled. Could be kind of expensive, though, since we’d have to buy all the tickets on a last-minute basis. Kate’s also considered adding an element of unpredictability to our travels by going to the first postcard rack we see in a new location, giving it a spin, and traveling to whatever is shown on a randomly-selected postcard.
I’m just putting together a calendar of all the SF and square-dancing events we want to attend next year. There’s two or three events every month — we’re plainly not going to be able to do all of them, and if we add any non-convention-related international travel (we’re thinking Venice/Vienna, and/or maybe Kate’s delayed trip to Guadalajara) or just-visiting-friends domestic travel (Bay Area, New York, and Vancouver are among the candidates) we’re going to have to forego even more. The paradox of choice is that too much choice makes one unhappy. But it’s still good to have the options.