Bee-day!

It's E's bee-day today, I got him a PS2 game and a CD. He didn't want anything more because he owes me $. Ah well. I bought the CD without him knowing it.
So, I'll be busy with that today. Thank God I weaseled out of that concert tonight. OK OK I know I weasel out of things that I shouldn't, but believe me people, this is one thing I was right to weasel out of! You'd have weaseled too!
It's snowing in London, or so my Brit boy tells me. He wants me to move in with him up in NYC but I dunno about that. I like him and all, but....
This is really weird but somehow I've been busy beyond belief these past two weeks. I can't even find enough time to do leisure reading before bedtime because I get so exhausted. People are always asking what I DO since I'm not really pegged into one particular job right now--believe me, I FIND things.
I can spend several hours a day just running around doing prison work, or sitting at home writing response letters or emails or maintaining the live journal for Osiris or the website. Then, in the time I'm not doing that, I'm recording music so that we will have some better sounding recordings for future films and demos to send out. When I'm not doing THAT I'm gabbing away with somebody, or playing eternal phone tag with Sebby. (Just as proof, by the way, that I really don't try to avoid calls, let me tell you that there's no one I'd rather speak to than Sebby right now, and we've played phone tag for about 2 weeks straight.)
I'm also polishing up some of the novels I've written because I'm in contact with a couple agents who need me to submit polished portions of my work ASAP so I can try and get published. I know the piece I'm going to run with, but wow do I hope I'm making the right choice. Every piece is really different, and I was going to go with this weird Southern tale about a young boy falling in love with a girl older than him who ends up killing herself and her unborn baby (it's HARSH, folks) but then I thought that one too boring. Honestly, I wanted to give them something relatively tame for my first work, but when I went back over my longer pieces, I found out that my heart belongs to one called "American Hostage." THAT one won't buy me any friends. It's a non-sequencial, almost stream of consciousness one where an inner city black guy about my age is holding a hostage in his apartment; the cops are outside waiting to storm him. He's got a .38 Colt in his hands and while he's waiting for the cops to bust him, he thinks back over his life and how he got to where he's at. Slowly, you learn how he made the decisions he did and WHO his hostage is (she's not just a pitiful character after all!)
It's a neat story because he has random flashbacks while the police are bullhorning info. up to him and you don't really sympathize with him, but you learn that the title has two meanings: he's got a hostage, yet he's a hostage in his own country anyway. I like the concept because I could just fly with it unhindered and from the get go he narrates what he's going to do with that gun he's holding: he's going to wait until the cops come up, then kill a cop, then the hostage, then himself. Yet all the violence is only in the back of his mind and the mind of the reader. Really, it's more emotional and philosophical. I got the idea from an old QL episode (ha ha) and from situations that have actually happened to people I know.
I say it won't win me any friends because some people are going to say I am sympathizing with killers; others will say I'm not being sympathetic ENOUGH (the narrator really is conscious of all the evil he does, and uncompromising). Also, there's the race issue, I make whites and non-whites look bad at times and great at others. Then there's the religious aspect, where I have him overtly denying God although he recognizes God at one point.
I'll post some of it up here.
Wow this is wayyy too long--now E's here! Gotta run!