A friend of mine, , is doing a 10K run for charity this Saturday. She’s nearly at her fundraising goal, but could use a few more donations to send it over the top. If you donate, drop me an email (cemurphyauthor@gmail.com) and I’ll put your name in a hat for a drawing to win one of my books, whichever you choose (including WALKING DEAD, which is out in 3 months and which I should hopefully get early copies of in about 2).
Early Morning Blues
Oh I woke up this morning (da da da DA da) at six forty-five (da da da DA da) Oh yeah I woke up this mooo-ooorning and I was feelin’ alive So I got out of bed (da da da DA da) and I went to the pool (da da da DA da) yeah I got out of beeee–eeee-d just like some crazy fool I walked by the river (da da da DA da) in the morning sunshine (da da da DA da) Yeah I walked by the riiiii-iiii-ver and…
, in comments wrt to Eddings’ death, said, And I can never forget Jim’s speech about the origins of the Codex Alera books: “Because all epic fantasy begins with an orphan on a farm.” Eddings is who I always associated with that. Which is true, and which makes me feel rather sentimental, and also makes me want to write an orphan-on-the-farm epic fantasy. Except I haven’t got as inherently cool a premise as Jim had for the Codex Alera books. Or, you know. Time. I seem to have walked almost…
*cheerful*
The weather is utterly perfect today. Sunshine is pouring down from the sky but there’s also a cool wind to take the edge off the heat. This is the sort of dangerous weather where it’s *so* excellent I could fool myself into thinking it wasn’t too hot and I didn’t need sunblock. Except I know better. :) I swear, I just need to live somewhere the sun shines most of the time. I had an unspeakable sunshine headache on…Sunday, I guess, but I was still cheerful. And I continue to…
bad internet, no cookie
I think the internet is sucking my will to live. I keep spending evenings staring blankly at a not-very-exciting computer screen instead of, say, going for a walk in the rare, utterly gorgeous weather we’ve been having. I think the solution here is No More Laptopping, which would be better for my shoulder anyway. I have, for a variety of reasons, utterly failed to go swimming yet this week. Tomorrow, she said determinedly. Tomorrow. I wonder if I dare go to the massage place without first slathering myself in sunblock.…