Item the second: Yesterday morning, I saw a single crow sitting on the telephone pole next to the bus stop, watching me. "One for sorrow," I thought, and followed it up with, "But where's the sorrow?" Immediately, a car drove through a puddle that shouldn't have been there, it being, you know, July, and spattered me with lukewarm water. The message is clear: do not taunt the crow oracle, yo. You will not enjoy the results one little bit.
Item the third: The editorial revisions of Late Eclipses are barreling merrily along, and reminding me once again that there's a reason we do multiple passes on these things. So far, I've found an appearing/disappearing jacket, an appearing/disappearing car, a totally misnamed architectural feature, and a chunk of dialog that seriously read like it had been pasted in from another book. Thank the Great Pumpkin for the editorial process.
Item the fourth: My mother came by last night with my sister and her wife in tow. They have once again absconded with a very large sack of books, because I am the family lending library. I treated them to the hysterical spectacle that is Alice trying to get me to give her wet food, because I am a cruel, heartless lending library. (Their favorite part was when I picked her up, and she tried to swim through the air to the bowl.) It was nice to see them, even if it did mean I had to save the second half of this week's Leverage for tonight.
Item the fifth: I am watching the second half of this week's Leverage tonight.
Item the sixth: I should have some very concrete information about Wicked Girls super-soon, and it's really shaping up to be amazing. I love working with Kristoph, and I love all the material on this album. Both of my cover songs have been approved ("Tanglewood Tree" and "Writing Again"), and since I wrote the other fourteen, I'm not particularly concerned. I'm so pleased with this whole process. Life is good.
Item the seventh: My dreams last night featured a tank of lionfish that wanted snuggles, two connected houses in a suburb of San Francisco that managed to look exactly like Concord, buying new luggage, trying to fly to Australia while balancing on a bathroom railing, taking a nap, and a visit to the tiara store. I'm reasonably sure this was a big ol' anxiety dream about Australia and the Campbell Award, but I woke up going "awwwwwwwww, cutest lionfishes ever." This proves that not even my own brain is very good at upsetting me.
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No idea which side is winning.
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My English Angora rabbit, Jane (who incidentally wears an invisible tiara, just ask her) absolutely HATES the food cup in her cage. Hates it so much that when I want to entertain guests I stick my hand in it and chase her around her cage with it, making monster noises as she kicks and tries to rip it off my hand. ...The things a girl has to do when she can't cook and therefore every dinner party is more alcohol and rabbit taunting flavored than food.
June 29 2010, 16:20:59 UTC 7 years ago
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July 3 - Sunday?
June 29 2010, 16:15:06 UTC 7 years ago
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My dream last night involved meeting my husband for the first time and doing all the flirty things until he finally kissed me. Considering the last few nights of dreams have been dead people and gore, I take this as a sign my brain is sorry and trying to be friends with me again.
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Thankfully.
June 29 2010, 16:26:12 UTC 7 years ago
Lately it's been fun because if I dress for the weather in Oakland, where I work, I'm just about dead by the time I get to my car from the BART train back in Concord. When I went to TJ's last night, I let the person behind me go ahead of me because I wanted to enjoy the A/C a little longer. (Well, really, she only had one item, but the upside was as I described.)
Started knitting my grandfather's vest, and it's going swimmingly, and the Tour de Fleece begins this Saturday!
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There would be far more sorrow if it was cows.
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I emailed you an update on swatches, let me know where to send them and I will get them to you as soon as possible.
July 1 2010, 05:35:36 UTC 7 years ago
And the law can stuff it. You looked married to me.
Peanuts, Tricksters, and David Bowie
June 29 2010, 17:44:20 UTC 7 years ago
This is why I keep the local ravens appeased with offerings of peanuts. Rarely do I have less than a mirth, usually it's a wedding, sometimes even a birth or a goddamn that's a lot of ravens. Also, the cats go FLIPPIN' NUTS when ginormous birds lands on the balcony, so there's that.
I finished A Local Habitation this week! It was utterly wonderful, totally lived up to the first, and left me wanting MOAR. And while I picture him very differently, I've "heard" all of Tybalt's lines in the voice of David Bowie since the first time I met him on the page. This in no way helps me avoid shipping him with Toby (not that I'd WANT to avoid it, really).
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only now I feel guilty...
It seems like it would get here fastest if you just bring it with you.
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I once read a blog entry by Laurell K. Hamilton that convinced me that she had either very stupid editors, very tired editors, or no editors at all.
So whenever a writer praises editors, I get gleefully happy.
July 7 2010, 15:25:26 UTC 7 years ago
Sometimes literally.
June 29 2010, 22:18:59 UTC 7 years ago
I've never driven into/through any states before, and the trip takes me through four in which I've not yet set foot.
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Clearly my harmless appearance has been restored.
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Lola
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