They say a decade isn’t measured by the zeroes at the end of the Years Of Our Lord, but by the events that shape it. Me, I was fifteen on November 9th, 1989. Even then I knew, right in the gut of me, that was the end of the Eighties. Everybody knows when the Nineties ended. But even before that, there were signs erupting like night flares: blackouts in California, on the East Coast–praise be to Allah for showing the Americans what it’s like, even if only for a few…
thinks to do
thinks to do today: 1. work on Maria’s site 2. finish up BANSHEE CRIES proposal 3. print out IMMORTAL BELOVED for Mom and Dad 4. continue to feel like a geek for buying the fax machine :)
just the fax, ma’am
I have just bought a fax machine. I feel like an utter dweeb. :) I’ve needed one just enough in the last year or so that not having one is really annoying, but having one feels like complete and total overkill. But hey, I’ve faxed off my cover-and-excerpt permission form, and at least that’s cool! *laugh*
jsut stuff :)
I need a fax machine so I can fax off this excerpt/cover art agreement thingy so I can post it all on my webpage. I mean, I’ve discovered I can use my computer as a fax machine, but I don’t know if I’ve got a phone cord that would reach to the nearest outlet, and I’d have to see if HQ would be willing to call before they faxed me back, so I could set it up instead of having a phone line dragged through the house for days. I…
EEEEEEEEEEE!
ohmygodohmygodohmygod I just got my cover. Oh my God! It ROCKS! I’m finding out what I have to do in order to be able to show it to people, but OH. MY. GOD! *falls over, squealing*! OH MY GOD! The font is cool! The photo ROCKS! It says, “An exciting debut novel by C.E. Murphy” on it! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *tud*