’cause you asked so nicely. :) 100 Years, Part I Unfortunately, I did not survive the Discovery. Yes, in the greater picture, of Course, else I would not now be Penning this Discourse to you, but in the Relevant Moment, no–but no; let me Begin again, and put my Facts in order. One thinks little of youth while one has it; the slim taut body, the unlined face, the lustre of Skin and hair. Further, one appreciates the Lies of Society when, as one approaches the dreaded age of twenty-five–surely…
and the winnahs are…
, who requests a book for her friend starting chemo soon , whose extravagant promises to pimp my ride (or whatever) made Ted and me both laugh aloud , because the image of a grown man squeeing over the book is too good to resist and win a the bonus rounds by way of 1. inflicting Incredibly Cute Kittenness on me, and 2. apparently using vast telepathic powers to keep the cats *quiet* this morning, which I am deeply grateful for. :) All of you please email me your addresses…
-boggle-
The end of the ARC story: Due to one thing or another, the COYOTE ARC did not get pulled down from eBay before the end of the auction (and went for $33, which just makes me go buh). The seller making thirty-three bucks off my book still annoys me, but hey, at least somebody got a copy of the book they really wanted. Except the winner just emailed me to say she’d bid on it so she could return it to its rightful owner, and wanted to know if it…
yay!
I have just gotten a box full of COYOTE DREAMS in the mail. It is *pretty*. Very, very pretty. And I actually want to sit down and /read/ it, which is fairly unusual and quite cool: I like the book that much. For the next 24 hours, people should tell me why it is I should send them a copy of the book, and the top 3 reasons will get a copy. If the reason is “Because you promised to send me a copy of WINTER MOON or PHOENIX LAW…
afternoon project
Ted and I walked about a zillion miles this afternoon, and then I came home and thought I’d give restoring an old photograph of my grandparents a try. I’ve been wanting to do it for years, and have tried on and off, but not until I took the photography class did I learn how to actually /do/ it. ytd wordcount: 61,900 miles to Minas Tirith: 6