Up until a few days ago I was still entertaining the notion that somehow, sure, I was going to pull Nanowrimo out of the hat and participate. I’m not sure I thought that was a realistic goal, but I was hanging on to it anyway. I’ve come to my senses. Most of the reason I’ve come to my senses, probably, is that my editor got the revision letter for REDEEMER back to me, and given that the book is now pushing 2 years late (*cringe*) that kinda has to take…
And when I say ‘we’ I mean ‘I’, and when I say ‘talk’ I mean ‘write this down, maybe it’ll make more of an impression’. Years ago after having a spectacularly bad hangover (that’s all I get, is spectacularly bad hangovers, which is why I basically don’t drink. I’m not reserved enough as a human being to require the inhibition-loosening aspects of alcohol and I stay hung over for *days*) I wrote down all of my symptoms to clarify to myself why I shouldn’t do that. I haven’t drunk to…
So Octocon was great fun. I went into it tired (because i was an IDIOT and i got a new phone on THURSDAY and i couldn’t get it to update properly and i stayed up until TWO IN THE MORNING getting it working right, the day before a weekend-long convention started!) and had a panel Friday night so I had to be vaguely functional through that, and more or less was. It was a weekend of selfies because I didn’t have the camera with me a lot because I couldn’t…
– buy better sugar – make fudge make MORE fudge if there’s time – shower – pincurl hair – pack M&M – pack RAVEN HEART – pack CHANCE – pack fudge – pack jam – pack dress – pack shoes – pack nylons – pack sturdy underwear :) – finish laundry – fold laundry – put laundry away if we’re really ambitious – finish setting up phone – eat something – chop up more crabapples – put the frozen ones into bags so i have room to freeze the new…
We picked apples on Sunday. This warped panorama does not do justice to the numbers of apples currently residing in our entryway: The bag in the back corner, and the white box, which is like 2×3′ or something, are also full of apples. There are So Many Apples. There’s a fairly large bag already missing, too, as I sent one home with my sister. A friend just dropped by and took away the small box next to the plant pots and the black bag at the foot of the photo,…