The Irish do not understand milkshakes. The first time I was in Ireland (in the UK, in fact, because this problem was endemic to England and Wales as well) I ordered milkshakes several times, and was always presented with this rather nasty concoction that was more like shaken milk than a milkshake. Sometimes it was lumpy. Other times it was bubbly, but not like soda bubbles, but rather, like shaken milk bubbles. It was never cold enough, or chocolatey enough, and it clearly never had any acquaintance with ice cream.…
Year: 2007
currently working on…
Hm, it’s the first of the month (ye gods), which means this is a good time to post a Currently Working On, right? Right. Especially since that means taking another 10 minutes away from doing my job, which, as we all know, is an important thing to do. So: September 2007 WiP: Writing: HANDS OF FLAME (The Negotiator: Book 3) Revising: THE PRETENDER’S CROWN proposal Submitting: HANDS OF FLAME, I hope! Publishing: — Waiting: — Gosh. That didn’t take anything like 10 minutes. Drat.
*laughs*
‘s fault: *laughs*
et voila!
Okay. Revisions are out the door (or out the email box, more accurately). Not too bad at all. I cut ten pages, and strengthened some scenes, and answered most, maybe even all, of my editor’s questions. *waves a little flag* Next up: finish the front material for this book and send it in by the end of the day. But before that, I’m going to get out of the house for a while, and *after* that I think I’m going to read a book. I have about a zillion to…
Baltimore Fiddle Fair
Last night Ted and I went to a performance of the Baltimore Fiddle Fair (not the Baltimore in America). The best I can say about the first half of the performance is that I don’t often get to use the word “soporific” in casual conversation. It reminded me of a review my father got when he was quite young: “Murphy played the part quietly. So quietly, in fact, one occasionally glanced at him and wondered what he was doing on stage.” Ted, who is much kinder than I am, said…