An altar grew in my bedroom overnight.

Hi ho. Kermit T. Uber here. I'm pleased to report that my mom's gall bladder surgery went well with no problems. The cat spent all morning ignoring me and then spent tonight demanding every bit of my attention. Cats, I tell you. Anyway, I took advantage of having spare time and my folks' house to myself to finally get my drawers of CD's and my guitars and amps out of there. That was an all-day task, but a worthwhile one. I've never felt comfortable practicing my music in my parents' house since they always want to hear what I'm doing, which makes me self-conscious. I'm the kind of artist who doesn't like anyone to hear what I'm working on until it's finished. Now that my gear is in my own space it's like a switch was turned back on. I woke up this evening after way too little sleep with a bass line running through my head which I just had to get up and go play a few times lest it be lost forever. We are slowly turning the space cornering the living room and the kitchen into my music area. Once it's all done I might put up photos of the new dwelling place of my Battleguitar Galactica.

Spent this evening watching Stargate SG-1 reruns on Sci-Fi channel. It's funny, there are hundreds of episodes of that show I've never seen, yet somehow, when I sit down to watch the reruns I always manage to catch only ones I've seen before. I guess it makes keeping track of the story simple! Not so with my beloved Battlestar Galactica, however. I missed one episode a few weeks ago - ONE! - and apparently it was the episode where a billion things happened. This week's new episode had me almost completely lost. Of course, if I were completely Lost I'd be living on an island with monsters and strange underground hatches, surrounded by hot chicks who are tragically already paired off with southern bad boys, angsty doctors, hunky Arabs, and portly millionaires. No, far better to take my chances in Galactica's co-ed gymnasium.

This entry had a point to it, but I think it's gone now.

Pzsaw

I forgot to mention in my last entry that my quest for a publisher continues. Heard back from the literary agent and while he seems to have liked the novel, he says he doesn't feel he knows the right editors for it and that he doesn't feel he'd do a good job representing it. Not the response I wanted, but I appreciated it since it was a lot better than the canned form rejection letters I've gotten from others. I had a good feeling about this one, but I guess it just goes to show you can't always trust your feelings. Anyway, can't afford to dwell on it. It's on to the next agency on the list. So that's where that stands. Wish me better luck.