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I'm full of political ire and activism elsewhere, so let's do a nice soothing meme, for a change?

(via Tamora Pierce/Keith deCandido)

42 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked:

1. First thing you wash in the shower/tub? Hands (mainly, testing the water temperature)
2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Grey.
3. Do you plan outfits? Plan, as in "this works with that?"  All the time.
4. How are you feeling right now? Stressed, although not all that much more than usual.
5. What's the closest thing to you that's red? A folder
6. Tell me about the last dream you had? I don't remember the details of last night's dream, but it was deeply disturbing.
7. Did you meet anybody new today? Not physically, no.  On-line, yes.
8. What are you craving right now? Warmer socks.
9. What comes to mind when you think of Cabbage? Cole slaw.
10. Have you ever counted to 1,000? No.
11. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? Yes
12. Do you like your hair? Yep.
13. Do you like yourself? About 94% of the time, which I'm calling a win.
14. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?  Probably not, although I could be civil if needed.
15. What are you listening to right now? Silence
16. Are/Were your parents strict? I'm the youngest of 3, they were well-trained by the time I came around.
17. Would you go sky diving? Perfectly damn good plane, you want me to jump out of it? 
18. Do you like cottage cheese? Small curd, please.
19. Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes
20. Do you rent movies often? Not unless you count Netflix as a rental.
21. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in? We Do Not Sparkle Here.
22. Have you made a prank phone call? Not since I was 11.
23. Ever been on a train? On several different continents, in fact.
24. Brown or white eggs? Blue-speckled, if you  have 'em, please.
25. Do you use chap stick? Yes
26. Can you use chop sticks? Yes
27. Are you too forgiving? No.
28. Ever been in love? Multiple times, often at once.
29. Last time you cried? Last week.
30. What was the last question you were asked? This is a trick question, isn't it?
31. Favorite time of the year? Winter
32. Do you have any tattoos? Yes.
33. Are you sarcastic? Nah, not even a little bit ./sarcasm
34. Ever walked into a wall? No.
35. Favorite color? Don't have one - depends on mood and shade.
36. Have you ever slapped someone? Slapped, no.  Punched, yes.
37. Is your hair curly? Nope.
38. Do looks matter? Yes.  A good side-eye or incredulous look is...oh.  THOSE kind of looks.  Yeah, they do, too, sadly.
39. Do you like your life right now? Very much.
40. Do you sleep with the TV on? I can sleep through anything except actual people talking near me (live, not canned)
41. Can you handle the truth? Occasionally with fireproof tongs, but yes.
42. Do you have good vision? Only when wearing my glasses.
lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
Taking a break while the second pot of coffee brews, and saw this over on [livejournal.com profile] kradical's blog, and figured, oh what the hell, let's.


1. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER SOMEONE? Not really. Jewish tradition is to take the first inital of a deceased relative of a different gender, and use that. So somewhere there's a male relative whose name began with L, but I don't know who it was.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Breaking-down crying? A few days after my dad's funeral, this spring. But in general, letting tears escape is a healthy stress-reliever, and I don't keep track of it.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes, because I can see influences of both my parents in it. It's not particularly pretty, but it gets the job done.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Deli-roasted turkey.

5. DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS? No (not counting anything with four legs)

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS W/YOU? Yes, but I'd call myself out on my bullshit a lot.

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Less than I used to - it's better as a seasoning than the main dish.

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? *checks* ggh-huh.

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE? I think about it periodically. I may yet.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cheerios. No milk.

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Only if they have laces.

12. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG? Are we talking mentally, emotionally, or physically? Because the answer varies.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? really good home-made French Vanilla.

14. WHAT'S THE 1ST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE? Depends on how I encounter them! Voice, definitely. Hands. Eyes.

15. RED OR PINK? They're just different shades of the same appreciation.

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? my overwhelming ability to procrastinate.

17. WHAT COLOR PANTS & SHOES ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? Grey, and none.

18. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Whole wheat toast with peanut butter.

19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Construction outside, a cat snoring inside.

20. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Fleshtone.

21. FAVORITE SMELL? Mountain air.

22. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My mom.  No, wait, my agent.

23. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? n/a

24. REAL HAIR COLOR? Brown-ish.

25. EYE COLOR? Brown.

26. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Occasionally.

27. FAVORITE FOOD? Pick one? Forget about it.

28. SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING? I prefer happy endings, but am not adverse to scary middles.

29. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? SEA OF LOVE, on cable.

30. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Blue

31. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter.

32. HUGS OR KISSES? If you have to ask, you shouldn't be touching.

33. FAVORITE DESSERT? Brownies.

34. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? ...don't you mean BOOKS? Currently, "The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps" by Kai Ashante Wilson, and ROSES AND ROT by Kat Howard.

35. WHAT IS YOUR PROFILE PIC? a photo I took on a trip to Paris, years ago.

36. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST? the local news.

37. FAVORITE SOUND? cats snoring.

38. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Neither.

39. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Israel.

40. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Yes.

41. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? [redacted for security purposes]
lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
It seems to be the general consensus that 2012 was a tough year. Not a bad year for me, particularly - there were many many wonderful moments, from bringing the year in with my twining and her family in Seattle to seeing it out with friends at the way other side of the country (the far end of Long Island). In-between there were highs and lows the same as there are every year. But it was...tough.

I managed not to get horribly sick this year. I had new books come out, to solid praise and respectable sales, so that's also nice. I lost friends to death and time. I also made new friends, and reconnected with some older ones. I traveled, and I stayed home, and both were good.

Lots of other things, professional and personal and of course, political (it was a rather busy year, politically). But I've never been much for recounting the old year. It is. It's done. I gather up what I know, what I've learned, what I've become, and go on.

2013 is unknown. Potential for good. Potential for bad. Potential for surprises. Potential.

To a writer, there is nothing more thrilling, more terrifying, more perfect, than a blank page of potential.


Or, y'know, the first line of something, waiting to get finished. And with that in mind, we start 2013 with the first line meme.

(the first lines to currently unfinished projects)


“Love is what keeps you from hell.“
(“from the story of the same name”)

There were no safe places in Portside.
(“A World Of Unfortunate Place Names.”)

Claire knew the rules.
(“A Heart of Wisdom”)

She stood in the center of the spring and felt the drops lap against her skin, hearing the murmuring of the drops as they splattered and reformed, some bouncing off her skin, some slipping inside, underneath, filling the flesh and becoming part of her as she was part of it. (“Waterwitch”)

“Pepper-pepper solo, plain solo, two cokes.”
(REASON TO BELIEVE)

“No. That’s wrong. That looks all wrong.”
(a la ICARUS)

The moon was rising fast tonight, scooping out the horizon, pouring it back in a shimmer of liquid light.
(COLD HEART)

“Fee, sweetie, don’t touch that.”
(PHOENIX IN FLAMES)

Snow rested on the windowsill, frosting the empty street beyond and casting a white-blue shadow onto the world.
(the Year-End Project)
lagilman: coffee or die (no holiday music)
I offer a meme, taken from [livejournal.com profile] kate_elliot


Tell me about a story I haven’t written, and I’ll give you one sentence from that story.




*goes back to the freelance, curious to see what challenges will come...*

lagilman: coffee or die (Default)
Since I haven't done one in a while, and this interested me...

Meme via [livejournal.com profile] rosefox:

Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don’t use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of.

pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, food processors, ice cream makers, takoyaki makers, and fondue sets

I seem to have a remarkably lo-tech kitchen.  Also, not a lot of toys.  Although I do own a decanter, a popcorn popper, a non-electric wok, a wonton press, a toaster oven, a microwave, an ice cream scoop, a mortar & pestle, etc, all of which I use on a regular basis. And a coffee maker (in the pantry) as well as my French press...  Yeah, lo-tech, and stripped down for a NYC kitchen.  But I feel no lack.

(I should note that I probably do need a filleting knife.  I just keep finding workarounds)


(original meme here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/sep/21/home-kitchen-250000-cooking-need)
lagilman: coffee or die (bigger boat)
[livejournal.com profile] matociquala has so decreed it. The idea here is that we post the first lines of unfinished stories, on the theory that we might then be inspired to finish a few.

(If this works, yay. If not... no harm no foul. If nothing else, it shakes some dust off.)


Snarky Water (working title): Sometimes, the gods give you gifts.

A World of Unfortunate Place Names: There were no safe places in Portside.

Praise the Devil: The horse was an old one, and piebald to boot, warning he’d go lame sooner rather than not, but Jack would be damned if he’d give up and walk.

Location, Location: Did you ever wonder why do some locations just kill any business that locates there?

BabyGirl (working title): “Loving someone, letting yourself love them, means giving them part of yourself. And you don’t get that back when it ends.”

The Cost: “My lady, I dislike this place.”

The Devil's House: The way the story’d been told her, a preacherman came into town before there was much of a town at all, just the saloon and a couple-three homesteads, looked around, and pronounced that they’d be the first to be washed away, come the Flood.

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Strong Earth: Elizabeth sat very still and sipped her tea.

Reason To Believe: “Pepper-pepper solo, plain solo, two cokes.”

Beyond the Real: Snow rested on the windowsill, frosting the empty street beyond, a white-blue shadow in the dawn light.

Frontiers: The message arrived with the morning post, the waxed envelope sealed with the official mark of the New Settlements, the stylized iris rising over the watercat dormant, the logos almost unreadable at that size.

Water of Life: "Fuck on a stick, I hate this place."

Speakeasy: "Joan. Must you?"



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in other news, Still Unbearably Hot. And I have been reminded - rather forcibly - why I do not go out and about in Very Hot Weather, as despite hydration and frequent shade/SC, I was still felled by a massive headsqueeze. A thunderstorm would be most welcome now, O Weather Forces.

meme-fail.

Feb. 24th, 2011 05:08 pm
lagilman: coffee or die (Default)
So. There's a meme going around with "the typical day."

I...

don't have one.

I get up somewhere between 5:30 and 7, depending on the day, how the cats are feeling, or where I am. I take my meds. There is coffee.

That's about the entirety of my typicality. After that? Every day is a response to what's needed. Sometimes that's all day at the desk. Some days that's running around town. Some days it's a combination of things, and a lot of riding in subway trains. There tends to be reading and tweeting and cat-snuggling in here, too. Some days I go to the zoo, and ponder the giraffes.

Then I come home. Or I go somewhere else.

I'm usually asleep by midnight. Unless I fall asleep before 10pm. Or I'm up until 2.

The typicality is that wherever I go or whatever I do, I have my smartphone, my netbook, an actual paper notebook (or a printout) and pens. And I work. Every day. Because that's what it means to be a successful freelancer.

And, on Thursdays, I finalize my Practical Meerkat column for BVC. Which is what I have to do now.
lagilman: coffee or die (meerkat coffee)
Considering a chunk of THE VINEART WAR 3:
I write like
William Shakespeare

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!





Considering a chunk of Tricks of the Trade (Bonnie #3):
I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!





According to bits of my non-fiction, I write like either Dan Brown or Stephen King.


Erm. Yeah. I am somewhat curious to know if the coders thought to include any female writers in their list....
lagilman: coffee or die (Default)
Because today is all about getting my shit together and taking it on the road (tonight's reading at the Center for Fiction, and then literally on the road tomorrow down to DC) I give you... A Meme.


SIX NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Laura Anne
2. LAG
3. meerkat
4. Gilman
5. suri
6. Laura (generally only my family or people who don't know me personally)

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. shorts
2. tank top
3. nail polish

THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT
1. this (*&% book to be done
2. a bathing suit-compliant body
3. more sleep

THREE PEOPLE WHOM YOU HOPE WILL DO THE MEME
I never hope anyone will do a meme, I just scatter it on the wind.

THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT
1. set up the new Wii
2. polished-up Bonnie #3
3. tried to get the tech to work for an online conference call

THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:
1. my parents (yes, they count as one person when on the phone. Trust me.)
2. Terri
3. Joel

THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:
1. go to D.C.
2. get Bonnie #3 off my desk
3. worry about everything else I have to write in the next 9 months

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:
1. red wine
2. white wine
3. a clean, smoky whisky (no, that's not an oxymoron!)

THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:
1. coffee this morning with J.
2. Boomer, trying to be patient for his breakfast
3. the shade after too much direct sunlight on the walk home
lagilman: coffee or die (truth to power)
"I acknowledge that the gains we have made with the health care plan are a strong and valid first step towards reclaiming our place as a First World nation. However, as a woman who believes nobody has the right to take away my freedom of choice, the Stupak amendment is not acceptable.

And I say to those who tell me to wait, that it will be overturned, that I do NOT trust in the same organizations that said this was acceptable to reverse it later. Blind faith in anyone can get you killed -- be it by a bullet, or a wire hanger."
lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
Brain is still whirring away on many thinky things, so I am distracting the conscious brain with a meme via EBear:

three things )

Also: If (big big if) I were to find myself filling in the empty moments of my day by working on something that would, possibly, be something that looked like Leverage fic... who would want in on the filter for that? I'm not saying it would happen, just curious to see who'd be interested it it DID happen...
lagilman: coffee or die (Default)
off a conversation [livejournal.com profile] debg and I were having, and since she posted first... the last lines of my published Cosa Nostradamus books (I'd do the other books, but I'd have to go dig them out and I'm laaaazy) and a few others that were on the bookcase. And yes, I know. Some of them are the last two sentences. Pbbbtthht.
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"They weren't bad, as humans went. He rather thought he might keep them." (STAYING DEAD)

"But there are things stirring now, things that would lead me to believe that a coalition of sectors might be to our mutual benefit..." (CURSE THE DARK)

"They'd fight -- tomorrow. Today, there was art to display." (BRING IT ON)

"So long as you're safe." (BURNING BRIDGES)

(aside: BURNING BRIDGES may be the most romantic book I've ever written. And there's barely any actual romance in it)

"His startled laughter was the best sound she had heard in months." (FREE FALL)

potential spoilers ) (BLOOD FROM STONE)

I am, btw, damned amused that the last line of the first book and the last line of the sixth book tie together both thematically and emotionally. In fact, the sixth book picks up and ties in a neat little bow things I set in motion in that first book. Of course I did it on purpose. *nods firmly* Totally on purpose, planned out, all that. Uh-huh....


"When Merlin came back, everything was going to change for her." (GRAIL QUEST: THE CAMELOT CURSE)

"But nobody heard her." (GRAIL QUEST: MORGAIN'S REVENGE)

"And, in the window of her bed chamber, a small owl clucked mournfully, then spread its sawdust-stuffed wings and flew away." (GRAIL QUEST: THE SHADOW COMPANION)

"And the line between the two is often merely the width of interpretation." (P:TL: THE SHADOWS BETWEEN)

"And somewhere in the non-distance of time, she felt a vaguely feline, powerful purr of approval." (THE NIGHT SERPENT)

"Laughing, a book tucked carefully under her arm, Buffy obeyed." (BTVS: DEEP WATER)

"And, as the Observer would admit to Sam much later, he had never seen his friend make a more beautiful Leap -- a description that had little to do with the display that he alone had witnessed." (QUANTUM LEAP: DOUBLE OR NOTHING)


ETA: and, for those of you who want a weeeee taste, the first line (sort of) from FLESH & FIRE:

"In the hills of southern Iaja, thunder had rolled through the night before, but no rain accompanied it, and the slaves were at work in the vineyards soon after sunrise."
lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
There was, as it turns out, no writing done today. A lot of cleaning and furniture-rearranging, though. My windows were all open and the music was blasting and hey, it's either Spring at last, or it's going to snow all week. Who knows. Welcome to February.

To amuse you: I have discovered a drawback to the "note" function on my phone. The only way I've figured how to save it is to set it to 'remind' me. Which isn't a bad thing...except I am also a meerkat of little short-term memory. So when I get a notification this afternoon that reads "fine, call me a whore" my first thought was "WTF? Who did I piss off now?"

Then I remembered that was the start of the note I'd made yesterday, off a discussion of a UK newspaper calling romance writers whores. My phone was just reminding me I'd wanted to do something with that quote.

Much relieved.

More entertainment:

from [livejournal.com profile] neadods: Comment to this post and I will give you five subjects/things I associate with you. Then post this to your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

My five:

New York City
Wine Maven
Foodie
International Travel
Publishing


and away I go... )
lagilman: coffee or die (Default)
Having words with the felines this morning and I realized that "furry son of a bitch" really didn't work. What is a breeding cat called? Oh, a queen. Right. Well, that explains a lot, dunnit?

Back to work this morning, fortified with bagels and coffee. The apartment is unbelievably messy, but we're inching along toward deadline. But first, a few items:

[livejournal.com profile] stephen_dedman tagged me with the interview meme )


In the world outside, the Catholic Church is getting tighter, as Pope Benedict XVI revoked the excommunications of four schismatic bishops, including one whose comments denying the Holocaust have provoked outrage. Way to go, Bennie. Bring back that Old Time Religion. You're already advocating women-as-chattel-of-man, so what's next, forced conversions* and the stoning of non-believers? News flash: it's not the umpteenth century more. Going small-and-hardcore isn't going to win you any Crusades, and the wealthy aren't tithing their estates to you.....

But while I'll be watching Bennie and his extreme right-wing adherents carefully, I refuse to let it dim my mood. As I said to a friend overseas, there is a sense of 'we may survive' in the air here now. It won't last, but the lifting of the Bush malaise has been just amazing to feel, like knowing that the class bully and his cohort have been shipped off, at long last, to reform school....
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Dinner last night was extremely good, and deadly easy: Soak flounder fillet in teriyaki sauce and brown sugar and a dash of sesame oil. Heat skillet. Brown two cloves of garlic and a scattering of sesame seeds in safflower oil. Slide fillet into pan, cook over medium heat until flesh flakes easily. Plate and quickly cook string beans in same pan until they turn a more brilliant green. Nom nom nom. Boomer approved; the gonif tried to take it right off my plate.

I will not be having haggis tonight however, piped in or no. I had some on New Year's Day (no piper) an that's enough for the year.




*apparently, part of the recent concessions from the Church have included considering a Good Friday prayer calling for the conversion of Jews. I'm sure that will make many people soil themselves in ecstasy. Pagans and other-believers, this is your wakeup call; we may be the favored targets, but you're on the list too, I'm sure....
lagilman: coffee or die (evil laugh)
If The Game were to be restarted for the holidays, would you be interested in playing?


EtA: Oh dear lord. I've been reading the archives of the first Game, and I think we invented cracktastic.


And because everyone else is jumping off the bridge...
Which creature of the night are you? )
lagilman: coffee or die (brain.  hurts.)
earlier I claimed: Number of books sold: 17 (novels), 1 (short story collection), edited anthology: 2

I sit corrected:

6 Retriever novels
3 PSI novels
3 Grail Quest novels (YA)
3 Vineart novels
2 Buffy tie-ins

and

3 "Anna Leonard" paranormal romances
1 "L.A. Liverakos" tie-in (Poltergeist: The Legacy)

for a total of 21 novels sold.

Huh.

I'm still behind Catie on count-to-age ratio. Gotta get cracking...
lagilman: coffee or die (citron presse)
Current Status as of this morning:

HARD MAGIC revisions: underway
"Strong Earth": underway, if sticky
VINEART 1 polish: pending (Kiki? were you the one who wanted to read this? sing out, if so...)
PACK OF LIES: pending, very very impatiently
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And a look back, taken from [livejournal.com profile] rolanni, constructed by [livejournal.com profile] autopope, and turned into the wild with permission to use. All ages approximate, because I swear I don't remember ages, just events....

* Age when I decided I wanted to be a writer: 8-ish. Although I knew I was going to be an editor, too. Focused, moi?

* Age when I "wrote" my first story: 4, according to family legend (and my teacher at the time was unnerved because it had a beginning, a middle, and an ending, something preschoolers weren't supposed to quite grok. My parents, again according to legend, laughed and sighed simultaneously, knowing What Was To Come.

* Age when I got my hands on a typewriter: hrmmm.... I was using my mom's by the time I was 10 or so... I never got my own, although I think I had 80% ownership by the time I moved on to a computer...

* Age when I wrote my first novel: 12 or so. I still remember it. It was much to cringe over.

* Novels written between age 4 and age 34: er.... six? Maybe seven. How do we count the co-written ones?

* Age when I first submitted a short story to a magazine: 25 (it sold)

* Thickness of file of rejection slips prior to first story sale: See above. Don't hate me, I've gotten plenty since then.

* Age when I sold my first short story: 25

* Age when I first came close to selling a novel: Near-misses, like near-convictions, don't count. Especially since it eventually sold.

* Age when I killed my first market: 31

* Age when I was first told I had no talent (by an editor): 30

* Age I was first told I had no talent (by a reader): 28

* Age when I first sold a non-fiction book: 33

* Age when I first sold a poem: 36

* Age when I next wrote a saleable novel: Original, not tie-in? 34

* Age when that novel was published: 36

* Age when the second saleable novel finally sold: 34 (multi-book deal)

* Age when a work was first shortlisted for a Hugo, Nebula, World Fantasy or Stoker award: Hah. And again I say, hah.

* Age when the second saleable novel came out: 37

* Age when the third saleable novel came out: 38

* Age when the fourth saleable novel came out: 39

* Age when I first won a Hugo award: See above re: awards. If they'd had the long-form editorial Hugo back then I might have had a shot. Not that I'm bitter.. oh wait, yeah, I am.

* Age when I finally shut down the day-job and became a full-time novelist: 36

* Age when the money coming in matched/exceeded my previous employment: 40 [note: past results are no guarantee of future income. The life of a freelancer is variable. Oh yeah]

* Age when I returned to the day-job because of economic implosion: not yet, but the resume remains polished.

* Age now: 41

* Number of books sold: 17 (novels), 1 (short story collection), edited anthology: 2

* Number of titles in print: 13 (one way or another)

* Number of titles fallen out of print: 3 tie-ins, 1 YA, 1 original (although they swear it's temporary)

*Consider this an LJ-meme: if you write professionally, feel free to post your own equivalent of this list. (Obviously you'll need to customize it to track your career path -- but you get the idea.)*
lagilman: coffee or die (madness toll)
If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I got arrested for?


Meanwhile, despite the fact that I'm supposed to be All Book, All the Time until this damn thing is Done, a phrase tagged my brain, and I thought "huh. that's a title." I wrote it down.

I wrote the opening line.

I wrote the opening paragraph.

I realized it was actually the penultimate paragraph, and wrote the final line.

Now I have go go figure out the beginning (got it) and middle of the damn story.

Damn it....

(not that I mind the fact that my brain has apparently decided to finally return to work. But must it do so with such... vigor?)
lagilman: coffee or die (meerkat coffee)
Wow. Um, I guess I know more than I thought? (it helps that I've seen a lot of these in person because I took a grand total of one actual art course in my entire life....[stage design counted toward my requirement but wasn't really Art as such]).

Your result for The Famous (and Not So Famous) Art Quiz...

Art History Major

94% Artiste!


Art History Major: You scored 94% Artiste!


You've studied art for years, and therefore you recognized almost if not all the works represented here. Way to go!

Take The Famous (and Not So Famous) Art Quiz at HelloQuizzy


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Freelance project landed. I now have revisions [hard magic], copy-edit [blood from stone], editing [freelance]and a copy job [freelance] on my plate. Nom nom, nom. And I leave for Seattle on Tuesday. [flails] Thankfully, the due dates are staggered, so I won't be.

New keyboard a little stiffer than the old one, but actually having an s key that works 100% of the time is making me happy. Also, got to take Mei-Chan out for a walk yesterday and she was such a good girl (except for the nom-noming of every dead leaf she could find). She still hasn't quite accepted "walk walk walk" rather than "walk stop sit sniff walk a little BOUNCE!" but the fact that people stop on the street to exclaim over her (jaded New Yorkers are still suckers for cute puppies) makes her day.

and, on that topic, via m'sister Sue: Subject: Dog food diet )

* I make small pots -- only 2-3 cups per. But still...
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As I head off for a weekend of offline activity, I leave you with this:

You can tell a lot about a person by what they keep on-hand to read when they may be trapped unexpectedly. So come on, fess up: what's on-hand for the browsing in your bathroom?

Me? The most current Wine Spectator and Bon Appetit, and a Lands' End catalog (clearly, this i the only time I get to read magazines. My New York magazines just pile up, unread)

(My parents, I noted recently, have a Health Newsletter, the most recent update from The Asia Society, and real estate pron. Admit it, we all love real estate pron. Especially glossy-finish Manhattan real estate pron).

EtA: and, for those of you who are in more of a LOL mindset -- caption this! )

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