Gah. Chanti and I just went for our walk, and it turned out to be *insanely* windy out. I had to carry my hat half the walk instead of wear it, because it kept blowing off my head. That was not really all that pleasant. Probably my critical error was walking around the small planes airport instead of sticking with the neighborhoods, but, well, I didn’t know it was going to be that windy until I was already out on that route. Gah. My cousin Alanna is in town and…
early posting
Early morning posting, because my fingers don’t feel like typing words into my book, so I’m getting them used to the idea of having to type. (What? Don’t other people do things like this?) Next chapter of Ill Met by Moonlight is up. I really did have a good time writing that story. I wouldn’t half mind getting a chance to write more about that character. :) Also, Jai spotted WINTER MOON at Barnes & Noble yesterday, so woot! De book, she is out! At least up here. :) After…
oops. :)
Ted and I had a little Smallville accident yesterday. We watched the entire second half of season four, and now we are sad because we won’t get to watch season five for a WHOLE YEAR. There are things I wouldn’t have done (and there’s one bit that I think was a critical mistake, but Ted says I’m a sadist), and while I know a lot of people think season four jumped the shark, I really pretty much enjoyed it across the board. It was nice to see Kristin Krunk get…
jpeterman
My J. Peterman order has arrived. To my delight, everything, including the size 8 skirt-trousers fits, except one blouse that I wasn’t sure of to begin with and which not only doesn’t fit, but wouldn’t look good on me if it did. It would’ve been fine if it’d been the kind of material I thought it was, but it wasn’t, so. Anyway, that’s maybe the only problem with J. Peterman’s artistic renderings of their clothes instead of photographs. All I need now is a professional photographer… :) It’s gotten too…
Choosing the hills to die on
The Old Races deal has been this very exciting saga, and I’m going to use it to illustrate how, as a professional writer, you ought to choose your hills to die on. Also to tell you about how cool my agent is, and the sorts of things that go on behind closed doors while you’re trying to work out a book deal. So this is how it went (cut for length; LJ readers can click through above):