if I were rich…

If I were rich, I would be buying plane tickets to Vancouver, BC right now for next weekend, where I would go watch Jim Byrnes play Friday and Saturday night at The Yale. If I know anybody there, have pity on a poor writer and go see Jim play for me. 9pm, but you’ll want to get there quite a bit earlier if you want to be able to sit. If you want to make an evening of it on my behalf, there’s a terrific little tapas place about a block and a half up from the Yale, past the (Best Western?) and on the opposite side of the street down a little alley/road. :) (Alternately, y’know, I suppose, if I know anybody rich, you could buy me a ticket…*laughs*)

I started at the back end of TPC yesterday, and did more meaningful revisions on the last five or so chapters. Then I fell asleep, but, y’know, these are the prices you pay for greatness. Or something. :) I guess I’m going to go through the middle part of the book, with emphasis on the latter part of that, this morning, and then actually start typing things in this afternoon. I would really really *really* like to get this done by tomorrow evening. (My editor would like that too.)

I got the revision letter for WALKING DEAD (the new title of the fourth Walker Papers book) and so next week, I get to do revisions! After two weeks of…doing revisions! Yay! *headdesk* (Actually, it’s a good thing, because I want all these revisions and whatnot out of the way before November, when I fully intend to write TRUTHSEEKER as a NaNoWriMo project. Who’s with me?)

Last night was the writers’ group meeting. I nearly didn’t go because it’s always easier to talk myself out of these things than to go, but Ted convinced me to go, and I was, as usual, really glad I did. It was very pleasant, and I read a bit from THE QUEEN’S BASTARD (only the stuff after the hash mark), which seemed to be received well. So yeah. I’m glad I went, and I should go again on the 28th, even if I’m zombified from having just returned from South Carolina.

Today marks four weeks of No Sweets. I’ve lost 5.6 pounds in the past four weeks. (Ted, I said in rueful exasperation, has lost twelve. And he’s not on nearly as strict a no-sweets diet as I am.) I’ve gone down two notches on the belt that came with the jeans I bought in August. So although it occasionally makes me cranky as *hell*, this is apparently worth it. The really aggravating thing is that I’m–well, not exactly much more aware, because I often knew I was eating junk when I wasn’t hungry–but I’ve become aware of “Oh, look, right now if there were sweets in the house I’d be eating them even though I’m not in the *least* hungry, because I don’t want to be doing what I’m doing”, any number of times, particularly in the last few days. (Revisions, anyone?) Yeah. That’s me. Not too bleeding bright.

Seems like there was something else I was going to add to this bits and bobs entry, but I can’t remember what it was, so I’m going to go make bread, do my pilates, shower, and get to work. I need to go to the bank this afternoon, and there’s Spanish class tonight. What an eventful life I’m having. :)

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