Feeling a lot better today, which may or may not have something to do with having gone to bed at 10 minutes to 8 last night. Still a bit snorfly, but generally a lot better. Sarah pointed me at this site, a conference called Mythic Journeys, which is convening for the first time this June. It looks incredibly interesting. Some authors I admire hugely will be there — Jane Yolen, Guy Gavriel Kay, (also Robert Holdstock, author of Mythago Woods, which I mistakenly held against Charles deLint for some fifteen…
stupid *stupid* rat creature
God damn it. I am a stupid, *stupid* rat creature. Know how I mentioned I’d cleaned my desk on… whatever day that was? Yeah, well, I cleaned all our 2003 tax stuff right into the garbage. God *damn* it. It’s not that much of a travesty. I’ve been able to get 75% of the information I needed off the net and the rest of it through some phone calls or emails (except Ted’s stupid former company won’t ANSWER THE PHONE), but god *damn* it.
odd dreams
I had some sort of odd dreams this morning, including that I was sort of semi-dating Adrian Paul (hey, it’s a rough job, but somebody’s gotta do it!), who was working at a local comic shop. There was some kind of Highlander contest going on, only the only way you could win was if Adrian sold you the trading cards, which I thought was sort of ridiculous, and I’d already bought some cards, and one of the other comic shop guys accused me of wanting to get close to Adrian…
pleasant surprise
Pleasant surprise this evening during a Luna chat with Catherine Asaro. One of the Harlequin editors who was online asked if there were any other Luna authors there and I said I was one. It took her a moment to place me/Urban Shaman, but then she said, “Oh! We all loved your book! The marketing department is very excited about it!” I actually blushed. *laugh* So that was pretty neat to hear! Oh, and apropos of nothing, I caught up on reading Sarah’s WiP yesterday, and I’m really enjoying it.…
a funny (writerly) observation
I’ve noticed that when I’m writing a lot, I’m much less enthusiastic about reading. I’m wondering a little if the two tasks use the same part of the brain, or something, because I keep going to my TBR shelf, staring at it a while, even picking a book up, and then going “glglgh” and putting it back down again. I’ve found myself far less willing to go ahead and plow through a book I don’t think is very good. I’m even inclined to re-read more than tackle new books, possibly…