Ahem. Anyway...
We're in a vague lull right now, which is nice, since it's letting me catch up on my word counts. I knocked out 2,000 words of Blackout last night, and then turned around and wrote almost as much on "Crystal Halloway, Girl Wonder, and the Truth Fairy's Curse," which sounds like a fluffy cross between Nancy Drew and every Harry Potter knock-off ever, but is, no shit, the most depressingly nihilistic thing I've written in years. Possibly ever. I made a giant spider cry. I have no regrets.
I do have a book event at the Borders in Roseville, California scheduled for next Saturday, and if you're local, it would be awesome if you could drop by. Borders events are much more low-key than the Traveling Circus, and sometimes it winds up just me, sitting at my little "in-store author" table, working on art cards and pretending that I'm not lonely. Help me not be lonely!
Speaking of being lonely, there's been, like, a hugenormous influx of people recently, and I honestly can't tell why. There was a little bump last week, when I posted about my decision to withdraw from Wicked Pretty Things, but since then, it's just been like, WHOA HOLY CRAP I DON'T HAVE THIS MANY PLATES. So if you're new here, hello! Welcome! Can you please tell me who you are and how you got here? I'm totally thrilled to have you, I just like to have some vague idea of what's going on. (Yeah, right. Like that's ever going to happen.)
In other news, water is wet, zombies are love, Jean Grey is still dead, and Thomas is rapidly approaching an improbable size.
What's new with you?
April 7 2011, 16:40:33 UTC 6 years ago
What's new with me? Hm. I live in NYC (that's not new). On St. Pat's Day, while walking in the Village, I got body slammed by a tiny, very drunk, blonde NYU student. I'd noticed her before she hit into me because of the expression of fierce concentration on her face (like a kid first learning to walk who has to focus on every step). I remember noting that, thinking "she's drunk," and that she had friends with her, and then mentally dismissing her...until I heard the shout of "get her!" and looked up in time to see her lose control and smash me into a building. She then careened off me, going toward the curb. Her friends caught her before she ended up in traffic, for which she thanked them by throwing up on them. As startled as I was by the body slam, I thought that I'd gotten off comparatively lightly, until I woke up with the tiny blonde's knee print on my...back. Let's say back.
April 8 2011, 16:27:40 UTC 6 years ago