September 6th, 2007

Baby and me

Shock! Horror! Missing Book! Missing Book!

At some point while in the throws of what turned out to be a mild cold, I was looking for something comforting and familiar to read while waiting for the NyQuil to kick in. And realized a volume was missing from my shelves (gasp!).

Have I lent my copy of Kim Stanley Robinson's Years of Rice and Salt to any of you, Gentle Readers? (Vernski, I suspect it's on your shelf, but could be wrong.)

If so, please let me know so we can arrange its repatriation. Many thanks.
Baby and me

The Adventures of Ashera - 2.0

I awoke at around 7:00 Wednesday morning and here it is, 4:21 Thursday morning and I am still awake. I have been up, down, and up again for several hours, but in place of my normal, boring and very repetitive night-time ritual (you don't want to know - think Star Wars/Star Trek, but where nothing ever happens) euthanizing me, I couldn't get this entry out of my head. I kept giggling.

And so, now, I obey my muse. Likely to no good effect, but if you want to find out, you'll need to use the cut, but listen. Everything I know about The Correct Way to Be a Writer says that the first rule is: Do Not Show People Works-In-Progress. In other words, if you enjoy it, by all means tell me so - but leave it at that.

If you don't like it, then just shut the fuck up and pass on by. You should be grateful for the opportunity (or maybe you should) to see what we laughingly call the "creative process" in action. Okay, Collapse )