bits and bobs

If you haven’t ordered a copy of A FANTASY MEDLEY, which has an Old Races story by me along with stories by Kate Elliott, Robin Hobb and Kelley Armstrong (I still can’t help going ‘one of these things is not like the others’ when I see my name in that lineup), here is an important bit of information from Subterranean Press:

Headed into the out of print realm soon is A Fantasy Medley (edited by Yanni Kuznia), which hasn’t even started shipping yet! As I write this, we’re down to our last couple hundred copies of the trade edition, and the last 35-40 copies of the limited edition. It will only take a few wholesaler/large online retailer order to take care of the trade edition, and we expect the limited to go out of print about the same time.

You can place your order here, if’n you want one.

Various body parts–shoulders, heads, backs–are doing better here than they were last week. I’m still not healed sufficiently to swim, and sort of gloomily anticipate that I won’t get back to the pool until after P-Con, which is coming up fast. (And I just got an email from Forbidden Planet which says that Gail Simone, who is virtually the only woman writing major Big Two titles, is doing a signing at Forbidden Planet on Friday evening at the same time the Chapters signing is going on with me, Juliet, Oisín, and Charlie over on the other side of the river. I don’t actually have anything of hers I’d like signed, but I’d like to meet her and tell her I’d like to be her when I grow up. Oh, hm, she’s signing from 6-7 and we’re done at 6:30. Maybe if I rush out of there like a rushing thing…)

We got a little box of seeds to grow coriander, chives, parsley and basil. Saturday evening I noticed the coriander (which had only been planted about five days earlier) had gotten tall enough that the little greenhouse-effect box for growing them in was too short, and their little heads were bent over. So I rigged up a new greenhouse with plastic wrap and straws, and they’ve literally doubled in height. If they keep it up at this rate I’m going to have to build a taller-still greenhouse tonight. I think it’s all very nifty, for, as you know, food does not grow on trees in the land of my people. :) And the strawberry plants are getting new stalks and the apple and cherry trees are leafing, so it’s all quite splendid. Doesn’t take much to make me happy. :)

…though I’d be happier yet if there wasn’t a fierce wind blowing spatters of rain all over the place. The past week has been gorgeous, so I’m sure I shouldn’t complain, but pah, I complain anyway. Away, foul rain! Begone, cruel wind! And on that note, I think, away with me, too. I’m going to go finish reading a book that already has a cover, and then I think I’ll read one of the several I’ve gotten lately that doesn’t.

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  1. I almost bought strawberry plants this weekend but the Home Depot had no strawberry pots, and shmoo kept wandering around behind me bitching about how strawberries are a trash fruit and he wasn’t buying them. To which I had to reply, “well, *I* can buy them.”
    And after all that… no pot, so no strawberries… I’m going to look for some online today I think.


    1. *smacks Shmoo around*

      I just put the strawberries in a long box, not a purpose-built-for-strawberries pot. :)

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