Novel progress: editing pass over parts 1 and 2, and a total of 30 new words. Yes, 30.
Stupid Novel! Why will you not be done already? Do I need to bash my head against my monitor until the words come out (and no longer suck)? Wah!
Novel progress: editing pass over parts 1 and 2, and a total of 30 new words. Yes, 30.
Stupid Novel! Why will you not be done already? Do I need to bash my head against my monitor until the words come out (and no longer suck)? Wah!
Fire drill this morning. Glargh. At least we had enough warning so I could pack up my computer. And I did discover that the capitol’s wi-fi does reach as far as the parking lot. But it sorta kills the writing flow to have an alarm go off and then be forced to mill about outside, y’know?
Spent the last several weeks working on a website commission. Paying work comes first and all. But it’s almost at wrap-up and launch.
Time to break out The Stupid Novel again, I think. I just want to finish the damn thing before 2010!
In other news, Slate.com did an article on skunks with some excellent links, including to this BBC video on YouTube:
And I have the urge to write another skunk story.
Back from a four-day weekend with less to show for it than I would’ve liked.
Went to check out elemess‘s new house on Saturday and worked on a website commission, but otherwise the last four days were decidedly unproductive.
Results came back from the vet’s and they found white blood cells but no bacteria from Hobkin’s urine sample. The lil guy is on Amoxycillan—which when given with a dollop of whipped cream is, thankfully, a nummy treat—and is on the mend. I think we caught his UTI much earlier this time around than the one last February. He never really got sick this time, just out of sorts. Wish I knew what was causing these, though.
He is also a very silly beastie. When he sleeps with me, sometimes his fangs puncture the blanket where he’s resting his head. His fangs are quite pointy; they’re long and protrude from his mouth, so when he lays his head flat, they dig into whatever surface he’s resting on (which I experience first-hand when he uses me as a pillow). Last night, they pierced the blanket (again) but in his half-asleep state, he thought the blanket had trapped him.
I woke up to a flailing fuzzy animal at my side, pawing at the blanket attached to his tooth. Bemused, I tugged the blanket off his fang, freeing him from the scary blanket-monster. Was Hobkin grateful? Of course not. He huffed at me and trundled off as though it were my fault.
I tell myself he probably felt embarrassed.
On my day off, taking Hobkin to the vet. Think he has another UTI. fosteronfilm has been fighting minor flu-like symptoms all week. And I’ve been achy and generally feeling blah. Seems like everyone in the house is under the weather. Sigh.
Feel achy and blah, but so far no fever. Camped out on the sofa with tea.
Two new story pubs yesterday: “The Tortoise Bride” in the Oct. Cricket and Part III of “Gifts Not Asked For” in Bards & Sages Quarterly.
Also I just learned that my story “Beautiful Summer” in the Killers anthology, edited by Colin Harvey, received an Honorable Mention in Ellen Datlow’s Best Horror of the Year (v.1). Yay!
Fork stuck into round one of 91-page bill. Brain now dazed and at half hit points; in dire need of healing surge. (Yes, I am a geek.)
Dropped off my folks at the airport. Time for life to settle back into its normal routine and get back on track, right? So I’m back in the office…and editing a 91-page bill that landed in my in-tray last Thursday.
Sigh.
My life is a perpetual hamster wheel of playing catch-up.
Norm Sherman of Drabblecast (also now the co-host of Escape Pod) very graciously came to my signing on Saturday at Dragon*Con. During our chat, he introduced me to the ongoing Mega-Beast Death Match debate (which is currently in its third season), whereupon their experts and aficionados deliberate—typically after generous applications of alcohol—on the merits and combat prowess of various Drabblecast-nouveau kaiju and vote on which of the “scientifically altered bestial battlers” would win if they threw down.
While at Dragon*Con, Norm invited various attendees to contribute their thoughts on the death match contestants and immortalized their responses on video for their podcast.
And yes, he asked me.
The podcast footage is now up at Drabblecast and also on YouTube in four parts (along with some great footage of the parade). I’m in part 2 (after the parade section):