Over in Neil Gaiman’s blog today, where ‘today’ actually means ‘I read it today’, not ‘he wrote it today’, he says this: I’ve learned over the years that everything is more or less the same amount of work, so you may as well set your sights high and try and do something really cool. I think this is an incredibly sensible piece of advice. This is why I want to write fantasy and mysteries and romance and comics. And this is why, when it comes to LEGION, Sarah and I…
nice weekend
V. nice weekend. 3 days off was really good for me, although I didn’t *do* a whole lot. Read 5 books, went to see Farenheit 9/11, walked a bit, sat around outside in the sunshine some, biked a bit, played a bit of CoH. It was very pleasant. And it’s back down into the 50s now, so I don’t feel like it’s quite such a horrible waste to be at the computer working instead of outside playing. ytd miles biked: 117 miles to Lothlorien: 67
accidents and accidents
We had a bookstore accident last night. A real one; somehow we came home with $130 worth of new books. It wasn’t my *fault*: the new C.S. Friedman book was out, and I thought I didn’t have enough cash to buy it (I later discovered I’d missed the $10 folded into the $20, so in fact I /did/ have enough cash to buy it, but, well, I didn’t know that then), and then I felt a bookstore accident coming on, and I got the four (FOUR!) Anne Perry books that…
pfah!
I just hit myself in the face with the sprinkler water. Twice.
sunburned and sweaty
Now I’m sunburned and sweaty. Is that moving up in the world, or down? A few weeks ago Ted and I bought (and Shaun planted) six rose bushes, one lilac bush, and a stick. The stick is supposed to be a lilac bush, but it is merely a stick. We planted it anyway. It continues to be a stick, but now down at the root there is a 1 inch high lilac bush with 3 leaves on it. Yay! The stick may be dead, but the roots were still wick!…