Memo from Brain: Hey! We’re only under contract for one book a year! This is starting to make us a little nervous! How about we CROWDFUND A NOVEL!? YEAH THAT WOULD BE TOTALLY AWESOME MAN Dear Brain: In reply to your memo of the morning of 15/7/11, I would like to make the following observations: 1. Revisions on RAVEN CALLS (due 31 July) 2. completion of 6-8 more Old Races short stories (due 31 December) 3. completion of “Easy Pickings” (due, er, when we finish it) 4. completion of ElectriCity…
interview meme
I was going through old blog entries and found an interview meme I can find no evidence of having actually answered. There are probably a bunch of those, actually, but having come across this one I thought I’d go ahead and answer it. About five years after the fact, but hey. skeagsidhe/ asked, in, er, 2006: 1. If you could write 1 thing, any style, any genre and it would be 100% guaranteed to be published, what would it be? RIGHT ANGLES TO FAIRYLAND, my middle-grade/YA fantasy novel, but you…
er. oops.
So I went back to the vintage shop to get the red leather coat for my friend E. I tried it on again at the shop, because she’d been concerned about the tightness of the arms, and I thought “Huh, not quite as tight as I’d thought, guess I mis-remembered, it’ll be great for E!” And I bought it. When I got home I thought “I’ll exhale to the bottom of my soul so I can get the thing buttoned up and get a picture of it, anyway, because it’s…
Help me, intarwebs, you’re my only hope!
Tell me, Intarwebs: do I want a HTC Desire Android smartphone? I kind of want a smartphone (I’m torn on whether I want it for always-with-me photography or for, God help me, organizing meet-ups via twitter or whatever, but I kinda want one), and Ted’s got a coworker selling an HTC Desire for about half the new price. Reviews are pretty good, except for the battery life is apparently quite poor. So anybody got experience or opinions on the matter themselves?
totally unfair.
Yesterday I went into one of the second-hand shops and found a vintage 1970s (don’t look at me like that, the 70s are vintage now) full-skirted ankle-length red leather coat for fifty quid. It was one size too small. Not one “if I knock off fifteen pounds it’ll fit” too small, but one “it would require major reconstructive surgery either on the coat or my shoulders to fit well enough to lift my arms more than thirty degrees” too small. *Totally* unfair. However, if anybody reading this has a burning…