Monday, May 24, 2004
Yesterday, I negotiated with stone giants, fought gargoyles, and slew a shadow dragon. Wow. That looks ever so much more interesting than, "Yesterday, I wrote 1,043 words on blah, blah, fuckedy blah."
Though, I must hasten to add, there are few things as pathetic as a roomful of thirty-something gaming (a pause here while I opened a package that turned out to be my birthday present from Bill Schafer @ Subterranean Press, a copy of War of the Monsters for PS2; kewl) geeks all trying desperately to find the next day on which they're all simultaneously free to game. It's not like when we were seventeen, or even twenty-five. There are all those frelling responsibilities, those inconvenient lives...
I came home last night to find Spooky with one of her increasingly infrequent migraines. We went to bed early, and I read her Adelaide Holl's Moon Mouse (illustrated by Cyndy Szerkeres. And I think last night was to first reasonably good night's sleep I've had in weeks, a whopping 9 hours, whereas I rarely get more than 5 or 6. The manical redneck housepainter's only awakened us once.
My congratulations to the winner of the first Murder of Angels ARC. Thank you very, very much. Look for a couple of freebies packed in with your ARC. The second auction has now begun. Also, a few other books will be going up today.
There's a new review of Low Red Moon at Strange Horizons. I was especially pleased with the reviewers comment, "Learning of Narcissa's strange and troubling childhood does not lessen her fearsome presence, but makes her current unfathomable ways all the more disturbing and foreign, even as somewhere in the craziness we realize she is trying oh-so-hard to find her place."
Also a reminder that the Species of One LiveJournal Community is up and running, and you are all invited. Don't be shy. And thanks to Sissy (for many things, but also) for fixing the image map on the front page of my website, so that the links to my online phorum once again work.
A glance at Llar'en's clock shows that there's only 1 day, 10 hours, 17 minutres, and 48 seconds remaining until The Day (cue music for a disaster film). I'd give another little toe to be one of those people who just doesn't care about these things, who shrugs off time and its implications with hardly any effort, with hardly a backwards glance. Of course, then I would not be the person I am. Then again, that might not be such a bad thing.
Now I have to go finish "Alabaster." Dancy's calling...
1:07 PM
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