I've been working on the black hole story.  Up to 7,000 words now.   I think I will be adding a lot in the re-write phase, putting in better descriptions and the like, if I end up short by a mile.  We're about to have the first appearance of the energy cloud aliens. 

Outlining is a great goad to creativity in that I always come up with the best ideas when my subconscious rebels against coloring inside the lines.  I really am a spoiled brat, all the way down to the brainstem. 

Watched "Apollo 13" last night after I got home from work.  I'm ashamed to say I hadn't ever seen it before, though of course I knew the story.    Two flights after 11 and they couldn't be bothered to show it on TV.  And people wonder why no one has any interest in spaceflight anymore.   I was just thinking to go down to Huntsville but as much as I love it there I get so depressed.  Once upon a time it was ever and always upward.  Future without end.

I really need to ditch this whole downer attitude about the space program.  The whole thing is poisoning my brain.  That damned Singularity... 

Anyway, things to do today so I must dash.