Story Conversion Rate

I just complied a spreadsheet of most of the things that I’ve written.

On one hand, it’s an extremely exciting spreadsheet. I don’t have every figurative scrap of paper compiled into one long Word document, so I can’t tell you an inflated and grand number about how much I’ve written in the last six years. But it’s a long list of document titles and fond memories; it’s poems, articles, commentaries, and stories. Also, the spreadsheet doesn’t include the majority of my published work, which is with UCLA’s Daily Bruin. So I’ve actually written even more that what’s in my spreadsheet.

That noise you just heard was an extremely smug and dorky chortle. Sorry.

On the other hand, I am depressed. I just got excited over a spreadsheet. And I catalogued my stories into the following categories:

  • Published
  • Editing
  • Drafts
  • Ideas

I don’t have a lot of document titles in the “Published” section.

True, I did ignore all the stuff from the Daily Bruin, which is all published. I wasn’t very careful about backing these stories up, so I lost a lot of drafts each time my computer crashed. Also, someone else edited them and published them; why do I want a draft when I can find the published article?

Also, I erred on the side of caution with the story conversion rate spreadsheet. I’ve finished a lot of stories, but I haven’t put them anywhere (“Published” includes stories on this website). Expect to see those entering into my one-post-every-two-months-to-ensure-quality-and-build-reader-desire rotation/posting-schedule.

That was my cataloguing goal: I wanted to see what I had finished/got close to completion, so I could revise and post said stories. And get to a once-every-month posting schedule.

So, it’s been a little while…

But I’m updating again. Just a short one:

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Search for about:config in your address bar. Tell firefox you will be careful.

Search for keyword. Double click it and replace the link there with

Voila! You can use google once more! And without thinking.

Read this Article

I found this article on the website Check it out:

How American Health Care Killed My Father

It’s good enough for the capitalist in all of us…

The article argues two major and compelling points (well, more than that, but these were the ones that struck me):

That we abuse health insurance: he makes the analogy of using auto insurance to pay for gas, or homeowner’s insurance to pay for groceries. He argues that if we paid for the minor maintenance ourselves (like check-ups and dental cleanings and stitches and x-rays), we would beget competition that would lower prices, because we, the informed consumer, would shop around for the cheapest care. He argues that we should use insurance for its express purpose in other areas; that is, to cover catastrophic expenses.

Okay, so that was one thing. But so incredibly eye-opening.

August 13th Resolutions

Gentle Reader,

I have a new resolution: do what I say I am going to do. My resolution for tomorrow (that is to say, today), what I am going to do, is tell you why I am going to do this. Anyway…

Ashleigh and I went on a wonderful date this evening.I told her that, tonight after we parted, I would go home and finish a blog post. Then I would work on my story that I am currently writing.

The blog post was just posted. Check it out. Comment on it. Argue with me. Agree with me. Or just read it. Or don’t comment on it because it might be total crap when I read it in the morning.

I’ll let you know when the story’s done. It’s got another one hundred fifty hundred words.

I’m now off to walk Matilda at three-thirty in the morning. Provided she wants to go.

Since this was posted so quickly after the previous novel, it should interest you to know that Matilda has already been outside once this night. She was a very good girl and returned quickly, shivering with nervous, excited guilt like someone who has violated curfew.

I think that counts. If not… there’s still plenty of time to do what I said I was going to. But after I sleep.