You know, P-Con is looking to me like it’s going to be a really great con. I’ve forgotten to post my schedule, which is as follows: SATURDAY 29 March 11 A.M. : Visualisation Brian J Showers / C. E. Murphy / Peter Morwood 2 P.M. Guest Of Honour Interview C. E. Murphy 8:30 P.M. Book Launch C.E. Murphy, “House Of Cards” SUNDAY 30 March 10 A.M. Comic Books Go To The Movies C. E. Murphy / Diane Duane / Michael Carroll 12 P.M. Science Fiction Is A Girl Thing Too!…
zomg!
Zomg, I forgot how *easy* having hair this short was. I was in the shower and I was like *washwash* dude I’m done! Two minutes tops! I wanna go swimming! (All I need is money to pay for a pool worth swimming in…) Also, Ted, Hero of the Revolution, found my sassy glasses, which are FEROCIOUSLY cute with this haircut. And my Matrix sunglasses and this haircut = badass Kit. I’m featured this week over at Harlequin’s paranormal romance blog, where I talk about HOUSE OF CARDS and … mostly…
chd strikes but good!
A few weeks ago, in a fit of frustration at my hair, I trimmed my bangs a bit, and spent the last few weeks astonished at how much more pleasant it was to not have those long fringes in the way. I liked that I could see my face better. So I went to the stylist today and had them re-do the color on my bangs first, while I considered the rest of my hair, so I sat there looking at myself for the better part of an hour (which…
compulsive hair disorder
P-Con is in two days. I keep considering showing up with a shiny new v. short haircut. I have deduced that I feel my hair should either be short enough to show my ears, or long enough to pull back, because with this chin-length bob I never wear earrings, and there’s no point in having five ear holes into which I never put earrings. And in looking at pictures of me with long hair, I don’t actually *like* long hair on me very much, which suggests short is perhaps the…
*props eyes open with toothpicks*
Sitting down to write this morning presented me with another stage of the mid-book blues: I discovered that I was so uncertain as to the quality and story-telling appropriateness of everything leading up to where I was that I couldn’t convince myself that if I just kept going forward, it would be okay. This also happens pretty much every time. So I printed the bloody thing out, and am now reading it. Reading my own work at this stage is one of the most mind-numbing things in existence. I just…