Last night I went and talked to ‘s writer’s group, which was fun. Kate picked up a copy of HEART OF STONE while she was at it. She was agonizing over having both a new book *and* having to get up for work in the morning. I, of course, didn’t help by saying, “Hey, you’ll be the first person not intimately related to the production of the book or *me* to have read it, if you stay up all night!” I got email from her this morning saying she was…
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The Police concert rocked. Once more it is proven that God is a rock&roll fan, as it was a gorgeous clear night, and, in fact, warm enough where we were that aside from the occasional breeze I kept forgetting we were outdoors. Ted’s favorite song was their rendition of Wrapped Around Your Finger. Mine was Every Breath You Take, mostly because at the end after repeating the “every breath you take” etc lines about nine hundred times Sting finally bungled it at the end and just sort of looked vaguely…
how’d i do?
I didn’t quite get tickets to America. I did spend a lot of time trying to remember what the hell address I’d been living at when I got my Delta Airlines mileage card so I could unlock the account. I found relatively decent fares, but in order to use my voucher I must call them to make reservations, so I thought I might as well wait and make sure Ted thought the flights seemed reasonable. I also discovered it was probably easier and less stress-inducing and definitely cheaper to take…
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thinks to do today: – call UPS and find out where the hell HEART OF STONE is – get tickets to America – attempt to get a hotel for WFC – get train tickets to Dublin – get a hotel for Octocon – make bread – do dishes – do laundry – clean kitty litter – shop, because there is nothing to eat in this house – somehow find time to write in the midst of all that. *ded* My author copies of HEART OF STONE have apparently been in…
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Well, that was disappointing. The doors opened at 9:05 rather than the show starting at 9 (the signs did say “Doors 9pm”, but with no other information available, nearly everyone who attended was in the queue before the doors opened). There was no indication of when the show would start. When it finally did, at 9:45, I was both too tired and too put out to enjoy it much. This was not in any way helped by: – some of the worst lighting I’ve ever seen. The lights were too…