"sorry for the inconvenience"

  • Jan. 7th, 2010 at 7:30 AM
Hey, [info]hawkwing_lb-- you were right. You (and [info]feorag, and [info]katallen, and [info]autopope, and [info]charlieallery, and [info]mevennen, and [info]brisingamen, and [info]peake, and [info]fjm, and [info]silme, and--well, all y'all) are in fact freezing your ass off because you seem to be missing your major warm-water current.

It's in Greenland for the winter. If this keeps up, my sneaky Viking realtor ancestors with their misleading advertising may turn out to have been merely prophetic.

7/365 Meet you under the clocks.

  • Jan. 7th, 2010 at 11:27 PM
7/365 Meet you under the clocks.
7/365 Meet you under the clocks.,
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Spent the day with Tracey and jack.
I have got sunburnt, so annoyed, I should know so much better.
I am sewing tomorrow.
There maybe a sewing related SP not sure, I have done a few already on that subject.
i am really missing the DSLR. I will admit to being baffled how people just use point and shots, even though this makes me sound like a snob. I hate the lack of a view finder as well.





2010, and why I will not be attending many conventions this year. My deadline dance:

"The Unicorn Evils" -- immediately, more or less

The White City and attendant chapbook: March 15
Grail: April 15
"Spell 81a": April 15

"Uniform": June 15

A Reckoning of Men: July 1
untitled noir objective stuntwriting thingy: July 1
untitled vampire thingy: July 1

"Ligature": July 15

The Steles of the Sky: November 2


No fixed deadline:

space opera thingy
"The Romance"
Karen Memory
Smile
Singularity Rent novel

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WIP

  • Jan. 6th, 2010 at 6:47 PM
Fun with Work In Progress:

Chapter the Third, in Which A Certain Morbid Orchard Entraps a Pilgrim, Whereupon He Devours An Entire Cannon and Engages In Debate With a Number of Sheep.


Prester John is really an ornery little bastard of a book, but man, sometimes I do get to have fun.

Choo Choo

  • Jan. 6th, 2010 at 5:07 PM
So today I woke up feeling very ill, that scratchy back-of-throat kind of Imma Get Sick Soon, Ok? thing. So I decided to let my body sleep as long as it needed to.

Which was apparently til a briar thicket sprang up around the house. Paging local princes and princesses and their weedwhackers of destiny.

Anyway.

I feel somewhat better now, though the throat is still making disgruntled noises. 

Changing subject, for those of you who don't know, I will be at Arisia on Friday the 15th and ONLY Friday the 15th. I am not going to the con, as I have a novel due and can't spare two weekends in a row, but I will be performing Friday night with [info]s00j  and [info]stealthcello --if you missed our Giant Palimpsest Tour, here's a chance to catch it!

So, I would like to take the train to Boston, because trains are at the heart of our show, and also because I could work on the train. If I did that, could anyone pick me up at the North Station and bring me to the con? Possibly bring me back in the morning?

Does anyone have spare room in their hotel room or someplace close to the con?

The next weekend, I will be pulling my first Guest of Honor gig at ConFusion. I am SO FREAKING EXCITED. I have TONS of programming, such that others worry about my sanity and I just say HOORAY! I get to talk about awesome stuff for hours! I have a panel on cartography! On folkloric symbols! On authorial passion! I am thrilled. Also, if you want to see me at ConFusion in a non-panel capacity, make your requests now. My schedule is filling. (I'll be performing with Sooj on Saturday at 10--with a special first-time-anywhere song/reading!)

I'll be in MI on Tuesday to hang with earthgoat and her clan. I have some social time, thus. And I'll be at con parties, and hopefully a luncheyklatsch on Sunday. Dance card is in the comments.

Also, I have the most kick ass outfit for judging the masquerade! Maybe I'll bring my wings to Arisia, too...

Finally, check out [info]karnythia 's new crowdfunded serial Mirroring the Monsters. She's in unemployment hell--read and give if you can!

creed

A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.

James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks
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