Friday the 13th Nor'easter

High tides and the remnants of the tropical storm, plus a low front... all the makings, oh yeah. Already lost an (inexperienced) surfer to violent waves, as per this morning's news, and the wind's going to be a significant factor in getting around today.

If you're in a coastal zone, keep your boots on and your windows closed, 'k? The rest of us, stay as dry and un-buffeted as you can...



[I don't see this becoming a nor'easter of even minor legend -- unless the winds pick up significantly, it's just going to be an annoyance for most of us -- but it's not going to be fun, either)

in which the meerkat becomes a social whirl...

Exhibit opening & dinner tonight. Brunch tomorrow. BookViewCafe presentation tomorrow night. A bye on Sunday, thank the football gods. A business cocktail party on Monday, and a social one on Tuesday. And then Philcon, and the SFWA Reception, and then off to Boston the Wednesday after.

Eeeep?


Meanwhile, keeping to my promise to bring VINEART WAR #2 in under 110,000 words, the draft is at... 109,400. Go, me. Of course, no promises are made as to what it will look like once Mam'selle Editrix has her way with it...

three things, and I'm off

1. VNEART WAR #2 has gone off to the editor, only a month late. It's got good bones, but it needs to spend some time in the gym and spa, if you know what I mean. Thankfully, we have a good trainer. Now I get an hour to rest, and I have to start revisions for MUSTANG. Some day I will get a whole day of nothing but writing new stuff?

2. LIbco, whoever you are, sending people to spam the "Why do Catholics" post isn't going to win you any point. Conversations are treated with dignity, trolls and spam gets deleted.

3. I am amused to note that, on the story that was rejected, the editor found the first part intriguing and well-done. I note this because that very same opening got panned by a majority of my writers group, who didn't like it at all, for many of the reasons the editor DID like it.

Listen to advice, but trust your instincts.


And now I am away, possibly for much of the weekend. Play nice, y'all!