Eep! Got the copy edits for URBAN SHAMAN. I haven’t looked at them yet, but I’ll need to tomorrow, ’cause they want ’em back in New York by the 8th. (Publishing: a hurry up and wait business. Both the hurry up and the wait take place on the writer’s side.) I’ll go over ’em tomorrow and email the copy editor with any questions (I fear I may have lots; I’ve never done this before), and then spend the weekend doing copy edit, um, edits. I have absolutely no excuse for…
nothing to see, move along
Nothing to report this morning except mileage. Well, that and the frelling clouds hid the eclipse. Snivel. miles to Lothlorien: 356
half-assed bookstore accident
FINALLY all the October books I wanted were out, so we went forth to have a bookstore accident. We failed. I mean, okay, strictly speaking it’s not an accident if you go in intending to spend a lot of money, but when you don’t spend even a hundred dollars, you’ve had a whole different *kind* of bookstore accident. How *embarrassing*. But we now own FURIES OF CALDERON (Jim Butcher), ORPHANAGE (Robert Buettner), KINGDOM OF THE SOMETHING OR OTHER and uh, something else about Egypt (Judith Tarr), TIME OFF FOR GOOD…
on war
William S. Lind, whom I’ve never heard of, has some bloody intelligent things to say about the nature of war and the current situation we’re in. Lyrically speaking, not the most lovely of writers, but very precise and to the point. I may have to pick up a book or two of his, particularly as I think what he calls Fourth Generational Warfare–war made not at a state, but at an international gang, level; terrorism, or gureilla warfare, as practiced by all sides, if I understand him correctly–makes a hell…
*hopeful gasp*!
*gasp*! It’s semi-clear out right now! Ooh, I hope it stays this way so tonight’s eclipse will be visible! *hopeful gasp*! *hope hope hope*! miles to Lothlorien: 351