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Ocotocon 2012
The weekend was spent at Octocon, which went very, very well, I thought. I finally got to meet Liz Williams, of whom I’ve been a fan for years and an LJ-correspondent for–well, fewer years. :) She’s a lovely woman, and it was absolutely fantastic to get to hang out with her a bit. I shanghaied her on to at least one, possibly two, panels, and I thought not only they, but all the others, went fairly well. Also, I apparently said something brilliant during one of them (or at least,…
dreamcoat
(but not the technicolor kind) Last year when I was doing pinup girl stuff, I had a quite vivid dream about a coat that went with one of my outfits. I’ve been meaning to do a sketch of it, and finally got around to it. It’s got a ridiculous full skirt, one that would genuinely require a crinoline of its own in order to make it fall properly (because in the dream it did, in fact, fall as I have drawn it), and it would be huge fun to own.…
Today was not that day.
I did not start writing again today. I didn’t even work on my AAs. I have a faint impulse to bring them to Octocon this weekend and auction off as much of the manuscript as I get done before the end of the day Sunday. :) The only thing I really accomplished today was rejiggering the YEAR OF MIRACLES print files into InDesign. Now I’ve ordered another proof. It should look pretty damned spiffy, but I’m not willing to get more until I’m sure. :) Doing a second book went…
It is possible…
It is possible that tomorrow I will begin writing again. That would be good, because I basically have 2 weeks to finish the utter mess that is my nephew’s book, and to write a proposal for STONE’S THROE, the Spirit of the Century pulp fiction novel coming out from Evil Hat Productions sometime (handwave) after I get it done. Because I’m doing STONE’S THROE as my Nano novel, and so I have to get my shit *together* for that. I have been doing all sorts of Work That Isn’t Writing…