I don’t know how it got to be October already. However, in celebration, or something, of it being the final quarter of the year, I decided to start doing Pilates this morning. The goal is to do exercises every other day, so 3-4 times a week. My core muscles are pretty mushy and have been for a very long time, so yeah. Trying to do something about that. oh my GOD i’m going to be a whimpering pathetic blob tomorrow. o.o *ded* Stay tuned later for groaning about sore muscles…
A FANTASY MEDLEY
Subterranean Press presents A FANTASY MEDLEY: four short stories by four fantasy authors. In “Zen and the Art of Vampirism,” Zoe Takano, the only vampire in Toronto, a city filled with supernatural creatures of Kelley Armstrong’s Otherworld, finds her place in the hierarchy threatened by two interlopers. “Riding the Shore of the River of Death” returns us to the world of Kate Elliott’s Crown of Stars. Kareka, daughter of the begh of the Kirshat, hunts to take a man’s head. It is her last opportunity to prove herself as a…
chaw chaw chaw
I had one of those rare moments this morning where I realized how much I love my job. Actually, that’s not so rare. It’s just that it doesn’t often hit when I’m sitting down to do revisions. I’d cleared off my desk of the last set of manuscript papers so I could spread the new ones around. For about two seconds everything was tidy, and then I put a 717 page manuscript on the left side of the keyboard tray, fifty pages of editorial cuts on the right side, and…
do not want (sort of)
I do not need these. I don’t even want them, exactly. Except there’s a part of me that’s twelve years old and a die-hard ElfQuest fan, and that part of me wants them *anyway*. (If one of them was Strongbow, well. I wouldn’t be able to resist. But that’s *different*. :)) Horribly sleepy & completely uninspired about working. Ptltlthtlbt. miles to Isengard: 383 ytd miles swum: 23.1
aw, damn.
I’d never seen a Paul Newman movie before this year*, and I think I commented here that when I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, that although the opening scene was in sepia, when the camera came around for the first time so you could see Newman’s eyes, they were so arresting that I could have just sat there for ninety minutes gawking at that still frame. I’ve still only seen Butch Cassidy and The Sting (I had *no idea* he was in the Elizabeth Taylor Cat on a…