Got email last night from my editor’s assistant, who said, more or less, “Oops. I need the art fact sheet for HEART OF STONE by, uh, tomorrow, can you help me out?” I have absolutely no idea if other houses do this, but Harlequin asks the author to fill out an AFS to get information on what kinds of things oughta be on the cover. My own experience with doing the AFSs so far has been freaking brilliant: with THE CARDINAL RULE, I cited Sandra K. Moore’s Bombshell, THE ORCHID…
i’m awake!
In about twelve seconds my bright perkiness from walking home is going to wear off and I’m going to remember I’ve got a cold and collapse like a collapsy thing, but right now I’m all O.O and awake. Class was good. The verb conjugations I never learned satisfactorily in high school (primarily nosotros/vosotros) did not, somehow, in the past sixteen years, magically clarify themselves in my mind, and still kick my ass. I must remember to *study*. I must not put studying off until tomorrow every single day. I must…
geek toys good
After half an hour of solitaire, I went downstairs, made banana bread, turned on the Dana, and wrote 1200 words. Apparently I needed a change in location (and a lack of solitaire). I think I’ll bring the Dana with me (I’m going to have to name that thing) to class tonight so I have something to work on at the train station after class. Having written 1200 words on it, my observations are mostly that it would probably be good to learn to use the right-hand shift key as well…
I have to…
– call to see if class has been rescheduled and to where – go to the store and get cold medicine – clean the kitchen – walk the dog – feed the cats – figure out something for dinner – turn this computer *off* and *write* OML, they had Dole peaches in light syrup at the store. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted peaches so badly in my life. And OMG do they taste good. I should’ve gotten two. *tud*
Our building
Boy, nothing ruins a walk like a couple vicious little yap dogs whose goddamned owners can’t be bothered to keep them on leads or behind gates. *snarl* miles to Isengard: 287.5