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lagilmanForgive me LJ, for it has been... wow, three days since my last post. I've been Twittering and FBing via the phone, but not so much with the actual updates.
This "having a life" thing, it's messing with my blogging! Oh well.
tl;dr version: Handed in a book. Got back major revisions letter on a [different] book (not unexpected but still argh-making). Went to a wine tasting. Got interviewed for a magazine to be named later. Went to many street fairs, walked many city miles, and sunburned my nose. *ow* Went to the Museum of Natural History. Got interviewed for GalleyCat (and got passingly inebriated with my editor, which is what publishing's all about). Corresponded with far-flung friends. Made summer pesto. *yum* Hung out with non-writer friends and didn't talk about work At All.
And by now all of you know about Charlie Brown's death. Lord knows Charlie and I didn't agree all the time (read: most of the time) but he was a major figure on the SF publishing world for a long time, and his passing leaves a definite vacant space. Still, if you have to go, then falling asleep on a plane home from a conventions/trip, never having to worry about what they've done with your luggage, is a pretty good way to do it.
And that's all I got. Suppose, since the birds and the cats and I are all awake, might as well start in on the day....
This "having a life" thing, it's messing with my blogging! Oh well.
tl;dr version: Handed in a book. Got back major revisions letter on a [different] book (not unexpected but still argh-making). Went to a wine tasting. Got interviewed for a magazine to be named later. Went to many street fairs, walked many city miles, and sunburned my nose. *ow* Went to the Museum of Natural History. Got interviewed for GalleyCat (and got passingly inebriated with my editor, which is what publishing's all about). Corresponded with far-flung friends. Made summer pesto. *yum* Hung out with non-writer friends and didn't talk about work At All.
And by now all of you know about Charlie Brown's death. Lord knows Charlie and I didn't agree all the time (read: most of the time) but he was a major figure on the SF publishing world for a long time, and his passing leaves a definite vacant space. Still, if you have to go, then falling asleep on a plane home from a conventions/trip, never having to worry about what they've done with your luggage, is a pretty good way to do it.
And that's all I got. Suppose, since the birds and the cats and I are all awake, might as well start in on the day....
