Sometimes I crack myself up. Sometimes I'm already cracked.

Favorite line from new blog post over on BookView Cafe this morning: "...the “Sez you” school of historical accuracy."

Second favorite line: "doing What Editors Do on them (a complicated process that pretty much boils down to “I broke it for you, now fix it better.”)."


http://blog.bookviewcafe.com/2009/09/24/update-from-the-editors-9-the-editor-in-chief-has-a-headache/

three things and the sound of the door...

1. Quote from word war: "LEVERAGE fetishizes competence porn. I admire that. A lot." [note: so does CRIMINAL MINDS. And CASTLE, in its own way. I sense a theme to my tv-watching, yes...]

2. My editor is gaslighting me (a copy of FLESH AND FIRE was supposed to arrive Tuesday. It still has not arrived. They sent it 12 miles uptown, people! Twelve miles! How long does it take to bring something twelve miles? Even on foot!)

3. Pandora has decided that her tail is prehensile, and can be used for keeping my in my place (wrapping around my wrist while I'm petting her, to make sure I don't stop). I'm not sure if this development is interesting, or deeply disturbing....


Meanwhile, I am taking a chunk of manuscript and fleeing the apartment, as I've been working at this desk straight, 12 hours a day, four days in a row, and I can't take it any longer. Should I go to Starbucks, the bakery (with the comfier chairs but fattening foods) or risk that Direct Sunlight thing and go to the wee park down the street? Decisions, decisions...

Good-night, Ruby.

Got news this evening that a member of my extended family died today. Ruby was my uncle's mother, and she was lively, strong-minded, and a total character, right up to the end. I always regretted that I was only related to her by marriage, and not blood.

She was 101 (or maybe 102, we're not sure), and the cause of death was probably sheer exhaustion. A full life, full-lived. I will not mourn, but remember.