O' If I had an Extra Kidney

Among current writing projects I'm hoping to return to, now the weekend's here at last, Saturday groceries gotten, and Christmas gift-hunting done, but for the bills to come, there's Revisitor. A spacey tale. Only the central character doesn't know it at first. It's being re-worked.

Awesome and inspiring spacey photos, such as those from HubbleSite, transport me to a place perfect for pre-writing sci-fi of the spacey kind. I've already saved to the story-inspiring screensaver one spectacular pic released by HubbleSite this week, of nebula Sharpless 2-106, I saw first as a thrilling little video modeling the nebula in 3-D. Shrouded in red glowing dust and gas, and afire inside, it really resembles a nest of stars. Here, stars are born.

Actually, there's one central fierce star firing up the heart of this blue beauty. Also, hundreds of brown dwarf stars, too small to turn on and shine, and surely other stellar curiosities I'd gladly take a long break from the job to go see.

I'd pack extra lunches, of course. And the Thermos. Set the email auto-reply at work...Will be away for a couple thousand light years. And head out immediately.

Only the ship's in the shop, awaiting a drive doohickey, from outta town, as Fred my mechanic put it via telepathy. Ship would also need better shields anyway. Shields aren't cheap, everybody knows that. I'd have to sell another kidney. Left one hasn't grown back yet. So, that's that. I should probably just get a new ship.