Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

In which the writer smashes her head on the keyboard repeatedly

Written By: Tracy - Apr• 26•08

Apparantly last weekend, one of my editors had her yearly get togeather.  And while I have a standing invitation to go, and live maybe 20 minutes away, this year it totally slipped my mind.  It’s not like I didn’t know when it was.  It’s around the same time every year.  But I didn’t write it down, and so I forgot. 

I thought that things were awfully quiet last weekend online.  Probably because most of my friends were gathring while I was blissfully unaware. 

So the moral: writing things down is good. 

I’ll whine about my lack of funds and inability to travel to more than one or two cons a year in some other post.  Needless to say, I missed an oppertunity to socialize with friends that I don’t see near enough of as it is.  So I’m pretty darn depressed right now.

In other news, I’m caught up on deadlines with Firefox News. The newest stories are up. 

The first is for the paranormal beat: James Dean and the curse of the Little Bastard.   It’s about James Dean and the car he was driving during his fatal wreck, which went on to cause property damage, injury and death for decades after the crash.

And the other is my review for the newest episode of Moonlight.  For a cheesy vampire show, it got better.

That’s it.

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  1. tapestry01 says:

    I didn’t find out about the get-together until that Friday.

    • Tracy says:

      I’ve always been a little scatterbrained. But then again, so was Einstein. I take comfort in that fact.

      I’m just going to have to make it a point to write things down. That’s what works for my deadlines.