Sadly, despite my misleading blog title, Cherie Priest is not up for auction. It’s just as well; I doubt many of us could afford a Steampunk Goddess of our own.
She is, though, running a silent auction as a fundraiser for a friend of hers who’s had a run of insanely bad luck. She’s got a bunch of rare, hard-to-find, or not-yet-out books of hers up for auction, and is taking bids via email. There’s also a direct donation button if you feel moved to just send a few bucks his way.
On a completely other topic, why is it that it’s so hard to assign oneself a schedule outside of someone or something else enforcing it? Writing, yes, I manage the writing thing daily, but there are so many other things I’d like to do (practice the tin whistle, draw more, study Spanish) that I can’t ‘make time’ for. I need, like, a classroom schedule. An hour for this, an hour for that, four hours for writing, two hours for exercise… It’s not like I don’t make my own schedule, so why’s that so hard to do?
Why would you want to? Isn’t that why you were so happy to become an adult, so that you wouldn’t have to follow a schedule or study if you didn’t feel like it? I figure, we make time for the things that are important enough to do. Why “should” ourselves over the stuff on the B-list?