Raise your hand if you think I walked the dog more like I said I was going to. Raise your hand if you think I got my blaster, The Blue Bandolier, to 20th level last night. Yeah, you’re right. :) Need to empty out closets, clean floors, make raspberry jam, and work on my author alterations today, but with the last as the first order of business. Although I may go dry my hair first, because I’m a real party aminal. :)
done!
“Ill Met by Moonlight” is submitted. I completely rewrote the last chapter, and cut about four hundred words from the whole thing, so it came in at just about exactly 10K, and overall I’m pretty pleased with it. I think it’s a cute little story, and if Harlequin ever wants to give me my rights back on it, I’ll write them a whole novel with my main character. :) I also got the contract for it, so I will take my Contract Signing Pen (*pauses to beam at Sarah*) and…
a matter of triumph
As a 32 year old woman, it should probably not be quite such a matter of triumph to get two haircombs into my hair and have them lodged in a non-precarious manner which also looks reasonably nice. Never-the-less, it is. I have accomplished both having my hair down and having it out of my face, and for the likes of me, that’s quite something. That appears to be pretty much all I’ve got to say this morning. :)
OH OH OH THIS WAS COOL!
Guess who I got email from yesterday! Ann Crispin, who is A.C. Crispin, who is one of the authors I sent a copy of URBAN SHAMAN to, because she was the author I wrote to when I was like 15 and asked for writing advice from and she sent me back this big fat handwritten 4 page letter full of good advice, and I always said I’d send her a copy of my first book when I got it published, so I did, and she got it and she read…
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
I grew up in theatre. My family was enormously involved in every aspect of it; Dad was a director, Mom was a costumer, they both acted, Mom danced. I did dance recitals from the time I could walk (excepting the year of the Terrible Ankle Sprain at age five), as did my sister. We were extras in plays that needed children until we were old enough to get cast in real parts, and my first line in a show I’d been cast in was, “Thou liest, thou shag-eared villain!”, from…