We spent the afternoon unpacking the spring/summer materials. I’ve been threatening for years to make a Fortress of Evil out of the boxes, but sadly, I think evil fortresses are against company policy. Or they’re fire hazards or something. But … Continue reading
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A wee brief update, for anyone playing along at home! If you glance over at the sidebar, you’ll see that “Running” clocked in at about 7,000 words. A thousand more than I’d initially planned, but I think they’re pretty decent … Continue reading
Hill: I have a requestfor l’esprit d’escalier me: What’s up? Hill: that you outline what the process IS we’re going through,from writing to editing to query letter to partials to fulls and to representationso I can link it to peopleand … Continue reading
Marty went poking through search terms that led to his blog and found something a bit disturbing. Curiosity started poking this cat, and I peeked at my own. Some of them are questions I can answer! 1. what’s the counting … Continue reading
Hoo boy, did I ever not make it. I broke 10k, which was good, but I let myself get distracted by other things, which is bad. Other things being: work-travel, Under the Dome,Thanksgiving, and frothing at the mouth about Harlequin … Continue reading
Some photos from Sydney, Australia after yesterday’s dust storm. I know the air pollution levels were probably high enough to kill Greg, but I can’t help but think how cool it would have been to walk around and see that … Continue reading
We just had a very brief rainstorm. Just before it ended, the sun broke through the clouds. Self, I thought, go see if there’s a rainbow. And lo, there was. Shiny!
via John Scalzi’s Whateverettes: big kittehs, pumpkins, omnomnompounce! TIGERS LEOPARDS Vs Pumpkins!
Holy hell, it’s been a while. Apologies! Work travel has kicked me in the ass, but I’m still around. Currently reading: Patrick Rothfuss’ The Name of the Wind. Review to follow in a couple hundred pages. What’s on your nightstand/in … Continue reading
Just got a whiff of something — someone’s hand cream, maybe, or a perfume, I’m not really sure, can’t quite identify what I’m smelling. Vaguely floral, maybe, I think. Whatever it was, it sent me reeling back more than ten … Continue reading