A Kickstarter Squee & 4 Other Things Makes a Post.

1. Going over the copyedit for DRAGON JUSTICE (PSI #4), and I just realized that the bonus Cosa Nostradamus story will be Rorani's story.

For those of you new to the Cosa, this is a description of Rorani, a dryad, from DRAGON JUSTICE:

"If the fatae in New York had any leader at all, or one soul they would listen to without hesitation, it was Rorani. Her willowy green-and-brown presence could stop a bar fight in progress, halt a bellow mid-sound, and make edged weapons disappear as though they’d been magicked into fog."

We learn a bit more about her in DRAGON JUSTICE, just a hint, but suddenly a door blew open and I KNEW the story she has to tell. *goes all wide-eyed and ooooooooo*

Reminder: $9 gets you two novellas! $40 gets you all that, plus the above-referenced story, and Other neat Stuff! Support now! Support Often!

2. The "get out of bed and move your body for 20 minutes" exercise plan seems to be working. Rather than hauling myself to the gym (which ate 90 minutes out of my day) I get out and walk/jog, or do yoga, or do basic weights at home, and rather than three-times-a-week-reluctantly, I'm going it 5-6 times a week without fail. Mostly the same results, less time used, and my energy levels are high most of the week. Win!

3. Yesterday, I got hit with two copyedits. Both - originally - due for a three-day turnaround. I am perfectly capable of doing a 3 day turnaround for ONE copyedit. Two? Oh so very much not. And so everything else is getting tabled for a few days, and I apologize if I owe you something - I'll be back on schedule by Monday, please dog and the manuscripts don't rise.

4. I had hoped that the (expensive, organic) hull-less popcorn would solve my issues with my favorite lo-cal snack. It.... reduced the problem. I suppose paying more and eating less is a viable way to keep it in the pantry.... (I love air-popped popcorn. A lot.)

5. Did you know that the atheistic exclamation "mother of dog" translates into "son of a bitch?" Ok, I'm a little punchy, but that both cracked me up and consider the actual existence of a god - with a healthy sense of humor.

Why I don't like DST

My schedule: get up by 6am, feed the cats, do my morning bodywork, make coffee, go to work. Usually, I'm at my desk by 7am.

The problem with DST is that unless interrupted, I keep working until the light fades. Which means, if I'm not careful - 12 hour workdays. And that's assuming I don't pick up work after dinner, too.

This is great for productivity, in short bursts, yeah. Long-term, though? Not so good. The two rush copyedits added to this week's schedule are just making it all worse - no time to get out for a mid-afternoon walk or bike ride. My back feels as though it's been compressed into a dime-sized knot of ow.

I love my job, I really do. But right now, I might trade it all for something with paid sick days, and co-workers to help pick up the workload.

Meanwhile, Boomerang is most upset by the fact that dinner is a green salad*. Cats have no truck with green salad. He's not getting any of my wine, either.



*mmmm sorrel. I am always so happy when the greenmarket offers me sorrel. A salad of spinach, sorrel, romaine and cabbage is a thing of joy and beauty - and roughage - forever.