I’m going to try to stay offline mostly this weekend, as it’s the 4th of July weekend in the States and I expect nobody much will be around. I would like to say the result of me doing this would be an enormous amount of productivity, but I stayed up *way* too late last night and have no intention or expectation of being productive at all today. I suspect it may be all I can do to stay awake. :) My graham crackers, which I keep wanting to call ginger…
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boo-yah
I have just hit the 200K mark for fiction words written this year. I have another 195K or so of actual contracted work due this year, not including revisions, and while visions of sugarplums dance in my head about achieving an extra 80K beyond that, this is the first time I’ve ever been dead on track halfway through the year. So far this year I’ve: – turned in 3 manuscripts (HEART OF STONE, COYOTE DREAMS, THE PHOENIX LAW) – revised 2 mss to editorial spec (HoS, tPL) – written 2…
arty!
We trundled into Cork today and I had an art store accident. Can it be an accident if you go in planning to have one? Well, anyway, I ended up with the 10×12 lightboard, because they didn’t *have* any others after all that, and I decided I preferred having a smaller one to not having one at all and tracing on the window. (This would all be moot if I could find my Wacom tablet pen, but I can’t.) I also got some new conte pencils, some new ink pens…
*wince*
159 this morning. It must be all in my hips or something, because I’m not seeing the weight when I look down at myself, and we don’t have a full-length mirror for a more thorough inspection. OTOH, yesterday I put on a pair of pants and thought maybe they’d shrunk in the wash. I am not typically a ‘my pants shrunk’ sort of person, but the fabric these were made of made it seem not implausible. I’m kinda doubting that’s the case now, having gotten on the scale. :P Had…
stupid, stupid kitsnaps
Still trying to deal with the spam problem on kitsnaps. Turning comments off didn’t work, ’cause the damned comment form itself is buried somewhere and the spiders can find it but I can’t. There’s a hack available that people are responding positively to, but I’m out of heart for dealing with it. If anybody feels like spending twenty minutes hacking my photoblog comments, email me or leave me a comment or something. is the 200th person to flist me. , if you wish to email me your mailing address to…