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Tonight Red Wing, Tomorrow The World!
May. 14th, 2009 11:55 amTonight Tate/I have a gig in Red Wing, MN. In fact, in about three hours I'm going to pick up Shawn early from work so I can make the hour and a half drive down there in time for... well, honestly, I'm expecting "crickets." (Which is to say, the sound of an empty store.)
I actually hate these out of town gigs. They're almost always embarrassingly underattended and I always leave feeling like I've wasted a lot of time, gas, and energy. Yet, this particular signing was arranged for me by my hard-working publicist (which as I've noted before is a VERY unusual thing), so I didn't feel like I could turn her down. I just hope it doesn't suck too much.
Meanwhile, a girl couldn't ask for better weather. It's cool... chilly, even, like the springs of my youth, but the sun is shining brightly. As we like to say here in Minnesota, "Can't complain."
Thanks to a lot of stress at work Shawn fell asleep on the couch last night so I was able to finish up the last of Tate's proposal for the next three Garnet Lacey books. Shawn is going to read through the last of the three tonight (she's been over the first two already) and then they're off to my agent, and fingers crossed. I know you're probably all cursing Tate for screwing up my writing time as Lyda, but I've really come to love Tate's books. They're so much fun to write and that's such a wonderful experience. My science fiction is slower because it's harder. When you're in the future you have to re-invent the telephone everytime you want to place a call, but in contemporary romance all you got to do is somehow make it through the sex scenes without dying from embarassment. That's A LOT easier. And faster.
We're all headed up to a friend's cabin this weekend, and I'm bringing along my laptop. Hopefully, I can get some Mouse writing done so you guys won't have to wait forever for the next book. (I'm THIS close to wanting to re-start that book again, but I know that way lies folly.)
I still haven't seen the new TREK movie, but I'm ready now. On top of everything all you folks said, I read Barth Anderson's review over on Facebook and I think I truly believe that it doesn't suck now. (I've been very wary. My last experience with a prequel involved midi-clorians and I'm still wounded, okay?)
A single tetra survives. Yes, I think it's the same one that survived the last massive die-off. I'm planning on naming her Mary, as in Typhoid Mary. I'm also convinced that she will probably live forever and thwart the "if they all die, you can get a new tank" Shawn promise. In other, happier news, Joe is still alive. He's the FIRST twleve cent feeder/comet goldfish we ever bought... years ago. So, see, I'm not *just* a failure at fish-keeping.
Mason and I are planning to take a walk up to the library to enjoy the weather. I guess he and his mama have big "mischeivous" plans for tonight while I'm off in Red Wing entertaining crickets. He's going to stay up late and play video games (which is almost never allowed. He can stay up late, but ONLY if he's reading.)
Okay, well, that's all I know. Take care. See ya on Monday.
I actually hate these out of town gigs. They're almost always embarrassingly underattended and I always leave feeling like I've wasted a lot of time, gas, and energy. Yet, this particular signing was arranged for me by my hard-working publicist (which as I've noted before is a VERY unusual thing), so I didn't feel like I could turn her down. I just hope it doesn't suck too much.
Meanwhile, a girl couldn't ask for better weather. It's cool... chilly, even, like the springs of my youth, but the sun is shining brightly. As we like to say here in Minnesota, "Can't complain."
Thanks to a lot of stress at work Shawn fell asleep on the couch last night so I was able to finish up the last of Tate's proposal for the next three Garnet Lacey books. Shawn is going to read through the last of the three tonight (she's been over the first two already) and then they're off to my agent, and fingers crossed. I know you're probably all cursing Tate for screwing up my writing time as Lyda, but I've really come to love Tate's books. They're so much fun to write and that's such a wonderful experience. My science fiction is slower because it's harder. When you're in the future you have to re-invent the telephone everytime you want to place a call, but in contemporary romance all you got to do is somehow make it through the sex scenes without dying from embarassment. That's A LOT easier. And faster.
We're all headed up to a friend's cabin this weekend, and I'm bringing along my laptop. Hopefully, I can get some Mouse writing done so you guys won't have to wait forever for the next book. (I'm THIS close to wanting to re-start that book again, but I know that way lies folly.)
I still haven't seen the new TREK movie, but I'm ready now. On top of everything all you folks said, I read Barth Anderson's review over on Facebook and I think I truly believe that it doesn't suck now. (I've been very wary. My last experience with a prequel involved midi-clorians and I'm still wounded, okay?)
A single tetra survives. Yes, I think it's the same one that survived the last massive die-off. I'm planning on naming her Mary, as in Typhoid Mary. I'm also convinced that she will probably live forever and thwart the "if they all die, you can get a new tank" Shawn promise. In other, happier news, Joe is still alive. He's the FIRST twleve cent feeder/comet goldfish we ever bought... years ago. So, see, I'm not *just* a failure at fish-keeping.
Mason and I are planning to take a walk up to the library to enjoy the weather. I guess he and his mama have big "mischeivous" plans for tonight while I'm off in Red Wing entertaining crickets. He's going to stay up late and play video games (which is almost never allowed. He can stay up late, but ONLY if he's reading.)
Okay, well, that's all I know. Take care. See ya on Monday.