Just Another Manic Monday
Mmmh, wish it was a Sunday…no, not really. But here I am, random.
* This is what my life is like this week. Picture is definitely worth a thousand words.
* I don’t know what’s up with my forum. It just died. I didn’t touch it, I didn’t do a thing with it. We’re all poking at it trying to make it respond. It just won’t. ARGH.
* There’s a signing this week, and Orycon. Stay tuned!
* When I get a bit fitter (and since I’m going to be upping the time I run pretty much weekly or every two weeks, it’s not that far away) I want to get myself a flapper dress full of fringes. Because I want to, and also because I’ve been listening to the Bangles this morning.
Look, just don’t ask. Just let me have my dream.
* The book isn’t as bad as I thought. I took a little break from it yesterday–the Selkie and I met Candy from Smart Bitches for brunch (Candy and I compared our shovelgloving muscle gains. She wins best all-around bulging, I win on the deltoids. I am apparently a specialist.) Then we ambled to Powell’s, did a blazing run through (I think that’s the shortest half-hour I’ve ever spent) and then Everyday Music. I did find the Callas Tosca, used, for $8.50. Much rejoicing was had by all. Then I came back and filled in some holes, making wordcount by the skin of my teeth.
* Last but not least…you asked for it, if you read this far. Tell me, can you…WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN?
You’re welcome.
November 17th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
I went to your forum and chatted with a few people. Enjoyed it, but the problem seemed to be they would just stop.
My only other experience with a forum is Jim Butchers’. There are many other topics there it goes on & on but still the book characters & plots still come up. Maybe it’s because his series is ongoing. I don’t claim to be right, just brainstorming.
I love your work, keep it up!!
November 17th, 2008 at 10:37 pm
See what happens? We chat on Saturday and I say I’m bad about leaving comments, and then you say you want a flapper dress, and great leapin’ lizards! I’ve got one stashed in the depths of the closet. Black. Fringed. And, because of a pathetic set of circumstances, it even has the tags still. You, m’dear, may have it. Flap on!