URBANE SHAMAN *laugh*

*helpless giggles* Good, I got permission to post this. It’s pure silliness brought on by a typo on a mailing list — someone wrote URBAN SHAMAN as URBANE SHAMAN, which I said would be a *very* different book! People took off with the idea, ranging from an urbane shaman being “Some leathery faced, wise native elder wearing a top hat and monocle,” to “a hunky Native metrosexual with long black hair with one feather in it leaning against a wine-bar,” which promted, “Sort of Queer Eye for the Rez Guy.”…

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confused!

The problem with getting up at 6:20 is that by 11:20, one feels as if the work day ought to be mostly over, when in fact it is no such thing. My brain is sure it must be around 2pm by now. o.O

But since I have no fine white horse

…inside I’ll have to stay! Good morning! I’m cheerful, having actually *gasp* gotten up to write this morning! Also, there was very, *very* funny email, which I will post if I get permission. *laugh* 1150 words on the HoS rewrite, and I’m not positive I need this bit that I wrote, but on the other hand I think I might, because it Makes Things Alarming (I hope) and yeah. Stuff like that. :) This book is going to be nigh unrecognizable from its original version by the time I’m done.…

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RWA & stuff

The RWA meeting was perfectly fine. Wendy talked about National, and we chatted about the changes at Harlequin, and generally had a nice time. :) Previous to that, I did some more staining of the fence, and used up the rest of the can of stain, but fortunately I’ve got a third. I think that it’ll probably take most of that can to finish the fence, but it’ll be done then. Yay! The blackberry pie is better today than it was yesterday. MmmMMMmmmm. And, boy, let’s see, what else. Anything…

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bombshell & stuff

Okay! I have sent the Bombshell proposal (and a virtual life preserver) off to Jenn, having made some of the edits that Jai and Sarah suggested, I have managed to actually get some dayjob work done, and I am having a piece of incredibly good blackberry pie. What more could a girl want? Okay, besides fifty million dollars to do LEGION with. Do I know anybody that rich? *hopeful look*