First: I recieved a magnificent gift in the mail yesterday. I knew I was getting it, and so I’d planned to take a picture of it and the very very silly cool gift Angie sent me at the same time and post them together, not that they have anything to do with each other. But it seemed like the timely thing to do. Sadly, in the process of housecleaning, Angie’s gift disappeared into the garage. There are plans to fumigate the garage this week, so I will have to re-find…
things!
I got a rough draft copy of the THUNDERBIRD FALLS cover. Instead of being able to show it to you, I am simply going to go “Neener neener, I’ve seen it and you haven’t!” I *really* like it. The colors are breath-taking and the pose is full of appropriate action and the more I look at it the happier I am. :) Heard back from Jenn. Sadly, the sold-outedness of URBAN SHAMAN was a warehousing problem, not a sign that the print run had sold out. Oh well. But! It’s…
the best bit :)
I’m back! Did you miss me? Meant to do some updating from Denver, but the hotel added a new exciting feature where you had to pay for the reportedly free internet access (my computer doesn’t have a wireless or ethernet card right now), so I ended up just answering a bit of email and not paying for too much access. Feh. Poor Little’s starting to show her age, not so much in the wireless factor as things like her screen lock isn’t working as well anymore, so she pops open,…
thursday
So I got in Thursday morning at 7am. Without question, the only good thing about flying red-eyes is that occasionally you see women running from the Wild Hunt and get caught up in amazing adventures sunrise from above the clouds. If “God’s light” is the pale gold sunlight that comes through clouds in broken chunks, then I think the thin bold stream of sheer fiery gold that can sometimes follow the rising sun must be Lucifer’s light. It was absolutely beautiful.
friday
Friday morning I spoiled myself rotten by having a massage after my workout, and then went down to the lobby to register and meet up with Margie Roland and started to see people to say hello. I’d run into Karen Duvall the night before–her hair’s gotten all *long*!–and I saw Jan Gurney, who is the woman who emailed to tell me RMFW had opened their membership and I could now join, and I think I completely failed to go to *any* of the workshops or panels on Friday afternoon. I’d…