various, shivering along with sundry

I've been in New England too long. Last night, just before going to bed, I wrote an entire scene where, I swear to god, the primary means of communication between two males was variations of "Yah." While sitting in perfect porch chair harmony.

And wasn't I supposed to be taking last night off? I'm sure that, after sending THE NIGHT SERPENT off to my betas and CGAG, that was the plan. So how did I end up typing three pages of laconic but emotionally weighted dialogue between man and demon?
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Meanwhile here in the spare freezer we call New England, the weatherfolk are keeping a running tab of how many days it's been since we've seen the upside of freezing (32 degrees). So far we're at five (5). They're predicting another ten (10) days before we crack the ice ceiling.

It's 12 degrees this morning. I'd really like some snow to go with this, please? Really.
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However, I did get a warm fuzzy this morning: an email from a former writer of mine, which said in part:

"Like other writers you helped, I thought you were a wonderful editor and remember you fondly. Having looked at your website, I (am) bowled over by all the things you're doing and wish you many more years of success, good coffee, and happiness."

*has fuzzies* Sometimes I wonder if my previous life actually, y'know, accomplished anything. For this one person, at least, it did...
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Today I am supposed to haul my backside downtown for a lunch date. See above re: temperature. D'y'think I'll lose Yankee Points if I reschedule for Spring?
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In other, totally unrelated news, the Wal-Mart discrimination case is moving ahead - they lost their bid to have the claims dismissed (Wal Mart is being sued for, among other things, consistently paying female employees less than male employees for the same jobs). Needless to say (but I will anyway) I hope Wal-Mart gets hung out to dry by their unmentionables. And their wallets. *spits*

Buy a Shirt. Save a Store.

From the Pandemonium livejournal:

"I realize that this sounds like sounds like the worst type of emotional blackmail: “Buy a shirt, or the store gets it!” But there is more to this than money. Note that I am asking for one thousand PEOPLE to buy at least one store shirt, not for a thousand shirts to be sold. I need a thousand people to take part in this.

The reason why is that I am now working 11-12 hours a day, six to seven days a week, for a salary that is not currently sufficient to meet my needs (stupid, stupid, student loans). I have fought to keep my little store alive for seventeen years, and I am prepared to fight for another seventeen years, as long as I know that Pandemonium is appreciated. I need, need! to know that at least one thousand people give a damn about the store."

http://community.livejournal.com/pandemonium_bks/78632.html
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Suri again. Because while you may not need another t-shirt, we need all the genre bookstores we can get. Order a shirt. Pass the word. Clap your hands and say you believe in independent bookstores...

(For those that don't know, Pandemonium is a genre-only bookstore in Cambridge (MA) that has always been extremely supportive of both readers and authors. It would be great if we could turn around and show our support, likewise...)