1. The hip holster bag comes in red leather now. Because that’s MUCH MORE PRACTICAL than brown or black or grey! *dies* 2. THE PROOF JUST GOT HERE! *collapses of relief* …it looks pretty damned cool, too. There are a couple of tweaks that need doing, but it looks very good. Hooray! 3. In a less yay sort of OMG, I did figure out what was wrong with my nephew’s book, and it’s that I’m writing the wrong book. I mean, really truly the wrong book: the book with this…
Tag: shopping
preposterously awesome
We all know I have a coat problem. Slightly less well-known is my bag problem, which is particularly incomprehensible because I don’t usually carry one. I would, however, give up all the other rarely used bags in favor of never using this one: Seriously, I do not know what level of kick-ass one has to conquer in order to deserve one of those, but I have major, major bag lust. But of course, what color would I get it in? The brown seems somehow sexier, but the black, more practical!…
oops.
What is apparently the first item of Weight Loss Reward Clothing arrived today, as I had a moment of terrible weakness and ordered the Doctor’s Eleven t-shirt from Qwertee because I simply Could Not Resist. (Neither could Ted. We both have one now. :)) But anyway, I’d ordered the women’s large, and it is in fact a women’s large, cut differently from the men’s. So while my pudgy self would no doubt fit in it unattractively, I think I’ll stick it on the kitchen cupboard (or more likely, a printout…
upcoming blog topics
Really, I have a list of things to write about and apparently no time. OTOH, I’ve reached 21K on “No Dominion”, so you can perhaps see where my efforts are going. This week I’ve seen both “Haywire” and “Shame”, both of which I’ll write a picoreview of soon. At the moment, all I’ll say is last summer I couldn’t remember or pronounce Michael Fassbender’s last name and now I’ve seen much more of him than I might ever have reasonably expected to. :) Walking down Henry Street (one of the…
shoes. finally.
After a ridiculous number of attempts, I have shoes that do not hurt my feet. That is good. I also got 2600 words written on the train commute. That is also good. And believe I have ended up, via these massive revisions, with a scenario that will permit me to write a third book in this series if my editor wants one. That’s good too. The drunk asshole on the train who made fun of my hat and upset my tummy by doing so is less good. It’s a very…