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Things are a little hectic around here, which is to say, situation normal. So. A quick recap?

So's not to bury the damn lede, I woke to the news that THE COLD EYE is on NPR's "Great Reads of 2017" list! Go go go little book!

Relatedly, the copyedit for RED WATERS RISING has gone back to the publisher, after a shitton of grumbling and some quick conferencing about Shit That Did Not Happen. But we think everything's in shape, now.

Currently working on a short story and a novella and a novel, all of which are coming along like molasses on the proverbial winter day. But I persevere, Because that's the job.

The furnace vent in the lounge area is making funny noises and giving off a slightly burnt smell, so I have a call in to the management company to come take a look at it. They have not gotten back to me yet (I left the message on Friday). We're staying in the other half of the apartment, where the heaters seem to be working properly. Both cats have kinda forgiven me for going away over Thanksgiving, but NOT for the roof repair going on this week. Sorry, guys.

Yesterday was the annual winery holiday shindig, which involved a trip over the pass to Leavenworth (about a 2 hour drive each way), and when you ask "is it cold enough for ya?" my answer will be "yes" when it hits 27 degrees. In case anyone wondered about that.

(snow is lovely. I have missed snow. Ice is less lovely and I have not missed that a damn).

Oh, and the storybundle sale, including my "Trouble in Double," has another 9 days to run before the offer of Good Reads Cheap is gone forever! And remember, you can gift a storybundle, too! There, I've sorted your holiday shopping for you. You're welcome. :-)

Move is done, but I still have no connectivity at the apartment, which is a long ugly rant for another time. Thankfully, there's a local coffee shop with wifi....

This morning I put my media where my mouth is (that reads less sanitary than it did it my head): mastodon.social/users/LAGilman/

(for those who are tired of Twitter, or have been avoiding Twitter. It will not replace Facebook. Still looking for that alternative)

I've also managed 1500 new words on one project this morning.  Time for more coffee and a brainwash before I start the next....

"Fatae - the non-human members of the Cosa Nostradamus - fell into two basic categories: human-passing, and not-a-chance-of-passing.  Of the human-passing, most had over the centuries come to a sort of resigned co-existence with modern society.  Fatae like fast food and central heating as much as we do, and since most nulls either look right through them, or convince themselves that was just a particularly odd human walking by, there’s not much risk of exposure."

I have been flu-shotted (late, but done), and thereby earned my Herd Immunity 2016 badge. You’re welcome. :-)

There are few things more surreal than looking at a page of literary quotes, trying to track down a reference, and seeing yourself quoted there.....

1. Tahini and popcorn. No, really. Okay, it's a little messy, but it's tasty, and healthy (tahini is a good source of calcium, iron and Vitamin E, among others). Just drizzle a tablespoonful over a bowl of air-popped popcorn, let it set a few minutes, and munch!

2. Second pass draft work always, as I said elsewhere, reminds me of tap-dancing on needles, while someone yells at you to go faster. But progress is progressing on SILVER ON THE ROAD, and the first 16 chapters are much stronger and tighter, now. Hopefully there will be time for a third pass before I have to send it off to Agent and Editor. Hopefully.

3. We're getting into the "oh god I need to be promoting the new book" stage for DOGHOUSE (out in July). Save me some agita and just pre-order it now? Amazon BN Amazon UK Powells and your favorite indie store...

4. CatofSize's neuropathy isn't showing the improvement we hoped for (and it seems to get worse when I go away) but he's otherwise in good spirits, and keeping that upstart Kitten in his place...

5. I make damn good chili. Just observing that fact, as I breathe fire and sigh contentedly.

Although I'm working hard, I'm still falling behind. That's a warning sign to me to get some things off my plate, NOW.

So today I need to:

* ~~finish a client edit and put it back on THEIR desk for a month or so~~.
* get the page proofs for DOGHOUSE back to m'editor
* answer all pending email ~~(potential clients and current clients~~, as well as a few very patient friends)
* pay all the bills
* ~~deal with the last 2013/first 2014 taxation stuff~~ (~~and make my IRA deposit, damn it.~~)
* finish the short story edits I should have gotten to the respective writers on Monday
* ~~start dealing with the household things I won't have time to this weekend because I'll be at Lunacon~~
* send out the first part of the Kickstarter bonuses

oh yeah, and get back to the TWO books I'm supposed to be writing now. I'd really, really like to do that.

Although I looked over something I'd done last week and flinched. Not because it's not well-written (it's extremely well-written) but it hit an overused trope I really, really didn't want to hit. So now I have to go back and make it better. Which I can, but I should never have done what I did in the first place.

Still, I guess fixing it before it escaped is almost as good as not doing it in the first place?

Yesterday I went back to sleep for two hours, after feeding the cats at 6am. It was nice, but... mornings are productive for me. Mid-afternoon is for naps. I need to remember that.

Some days, Twitter, I just don't know.

red scare

Meanwhile, for those of you who were offline this weekend...

Publishers Weekly reviewed FIXED - a few month late, but they said nice enough things ("well-crafted" and "(a) comfort-reading cozy.") that we'll forgive them. :-)

And there may have been a drive-by snippeting for the WiP on Friday.

And who watched Cosmos last night? I was a little underwhelmed by some of it*, aware that they were starting with basics for a good reason, no matter that we already knew much of it, and still found myself moved and very much looking forward to next week... what say you?

I lost Saturday to an all-day writers workshop, where I did not make anyone cry but there were a few thoughtful flinches at certain moments, so I'm satisfied with that (if you come out of one of my workshops not having had a sudden Thought about your own work or process, I didn't do my job right). Sunday was... well, when I spend all day interacting with a largeish group, I need a day to recover. So, yeah. This wasn't the most work-productive weekend ever.

And while the loss of an hour for Daylight Savings didn't bother me, this morning the fog over the sky is matched by a fog in my brain. So much to do, so few available brain cells to do it in.... *yawns, dunks head in coffee, gets on with it*

*they might have been better served by a smaller budget for computer graphics, is all I'm saying...

Yesterday saw 2k on SILVER, 1k on Gin & Tonic #4. Not stellar wordage, but good enough. Decided to stay home and make a healthy dinner instead of meeting Industry People for drinks, which proves that we're in the rat's ass of winter, where we've gone past cabin fever and into cabin coma.

I've also started getting wistful about my bike. Clearly, it's time for winter to pack up and go. Don't you hear Australia calling?

Today I need More Words, and also to polish up my lesson plans for this Saturday, when I'll be Imparting Wisdom (and some Foolishness) at the first IConSF writers workshop. *rubs hands in ~~evi~~l kindly glee*

And, for your amusement:

WASHINGTON -- The next time someone accuses you of interrupting, you might want to explain that you are not being rude: You're actually engaging

This did not surprise me in the slightest, but I am going to pull it out and use it next time someone pulls the "you're so rude" comment about New Yorkers (or mid-East Coasters in general). Because nope, it's just we're not adhering to your cultural norms. And that's fine - because you're not adhering to ours, either.

(c'mon, people! if you're into the conversation, get into it! Lean forward! Move your hands! Jump on my comment with a "no, but wait!" This isn't a spectator sport, you know... *g*)

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I am interviewed over at Book View Cafe

2.

The truth is, sometimes you think you know your theme, you think you know the driving motif, the point you’re trying to make, and then you get to the end and it’s all “holy shit I made that. what the hell is that?” Because the best storytelling takes on a life of its own past “once upon a time there was…” and you never really know what happens in the fifth chapter until you get there.

Damnit.

3. In slightly related news:

I am not unreasonably proud of this.
Next year may be even more insane, since I plan to NOT be doing a 4 city whistlestop tour during it... (those may be FLW, who knows)

We have established that I am not a Summer Person, right? If I wanted to live in a sauna I would have relocated south of DC? Right. Moving on.

Suggested new points of order, based on conversations over the weekend:

1. Before offering advice in response to a post or comment, first consider: is the speaker over the age of 25? Are they in possession of a functional, not to say trained mind? Might they probably have already considered possible solutions to their issue before mentioning it? If the answer is yes, rethink offering your advice.

(the above is negated if you are their mother, father, or agent)

2. If you see a problem forming in a social setting, cut it off at the knees (either by intervention or deflection) before it becomes an actual problem. Defusing a bomb should be more highly valued than trying to pick up the shrapnel after the fact.

3. Life's too short, grim, and otherwise often unpleasant not to take joy in the small, silly things. Don't let your "dignity" get in the way of laughter. Or, as the late, great Dr Major Sydney Freedman twice said, "Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice - pull down your pants and slide on the ice."

In other news, Pandora goes back to the vet (hopefully this week) for X-rays. I really don't have the emotional bandwidth to talk about that further, right now.

This week is Canada Day (Happy Canada Day, Canadians!) and Independence Day. I'm hauling out of the city for the first time in years, and so will miss the NYC fireworks. The lure of ocean air will make up for that, though, I suspect.

And then up to the Boston area for a long weekend. I'm looking forward to that, too.

How are you spending your national holiday, if your nation-of-choice is celebrating one this week?

I hate proofreading. I especially hate proofreading my own proofs. I've read this book THREE TIMES in post-production! And I WROTE IT!

This is the only part of being "an author" that I hate. But even with proofing, errors creep in. Can you imagine how horrifying it might be if I skipped this stage?

In other news, and almost despite myself, I’ve nailed my Write-a-thon numbers for the day. Barely. I’m going to blame the weather, which is warm and sticky and not to my DelicateNorthernFlower self’s liking.

"Normally I’m a mellow kind of guy,” he said conversationally. “But you came into my bar, and you were a jerk. You hit a puppy, man. Seriously? I’m not even a dog person and that pisses me off.”

Meanwhile, if you need a laugh, check out the product reviews for Mizuno Women’s Wave Rider sneakers. Yes, those.

I tried to take the weekend off the Internets. For the most part, I succeeded, mainly due to

a) massive amount of work to be done.

b) utterly perfect early spring weather that got me outside.

c) friends moving into the city the next neighborhood over (technically, they're in Manhattan and I'm in the Bronx, but it's a mile walk between, so screw technicalities).

I didn't get anywhere near enough done, and I didn't get enough time outside, but hey, that's linear time limitations for ya. I could go without sleep to finish things up, but I've reached the point in my life where that feels more stupid than solution. Meh.

The Sunday Morning topic of Important Discussion here at Chateau Felidae was hair: should I cut it short for summer, or grow it elf-long? And, irrespective of either, should I keep the silvering, or not? (I'm thinking keep. I kind of like it).

In other Stuff, it was proposed this weekend that indignation and entitlement are twinned concepts, in that very few of us are 100% oppressed by the existing system (you are Black, but you are a male. You are White, but female. You are a minority religion, and a male. You are a White male Christian who is handicapped, etc in a thousand different iterations) and for each hit we take, we are also given a hall pass.

I'm not going to say yea or nay to the theory (it doesn't take into account those who are 100% minority mixes), but it is...something to chew on, with a side of context.

And so we go into Monday. Wheee?

Last week, Pentecostal blues/rock with Paul Thorn. Last night, Jewish pop-folk with Rachael Sage (where she channeled everyone's great-aunt from Boca in one terrifying but very funny moment). Next week, Brazilian jazz.

In-between: writing to trance.

My musical tastes: ecclectic.

Conversation:
"So how are you today?"
"Amazon is buying Goodreads."
uncertain pat on the shoulder, offer of a narcotic.

Meanwhile, we soldier on. Things to write, revise, edit, mourn, celebrate, promote... Publishing is not for the weak. Or the sane.

Another client meeting this afternoon, before the next strong push on the project. I'm hoping to get some more words down on my own work(s), and sit down to the page proofs that need to go back next week, follow-up on another long-term project that should start soon, and maybe even do some reading-for-pleasure...

Yeah, may not be time for that last. Hopefully this weekend: there are BOOKS! I need to FINISH!

Good Friday, for those who observe such, and Happy Easter. Happy weekend to the rest of us! Who's got plans? Who's taking it as it comes?

When I spend All Day at the Office & then come home late, the housecats are Seriously Affectionate, each in their own way.... For Boomer, that involves trying to eat my hair and head-butting. Oaf. But it makes me wonder why cats and horses seem to think eating hair (not grooming, EATING) is a sign of affection. Should I be switching shampoo?

After several days among people, and a convention looming, and more interaction on the month's horizon, I am starting to develop that Introvert's Twitch, the one that says "I like you a lot but please stand over there and don't talk to me?" There are several friends who have perfected that art: alas, most of them are Not in NYC.

Due to scheduling issues (not mine) I'm juggling four different major projects this week. Two is optimal, three is manageable, four makes me cranky. The smaller projects are huddled in the corner, waiting their turn. Apologies to anyone waiting on one of those smaller/non-time-sensitive things...

My brain is utterly in mystery mode right now, not fantasy. Good, because I'm writing a mystery. Bad, because I'm also revising a fantasy.

Writing mysteries is actually both weirder and calmer for me: there's less fannish connection, less chatter in my daily life, so I'm not distracted from the Story by the Community. This is partially because I was a reader rather than a Fan of mysteries and so not hooked into that community the same way, and partially because there seems to be less online "noise" for mysteries the way there is F/SF. Pluses and minuses to both.

and now I have to go away and juggle some more. Feel free to use this thread to ask me anything. I reserve the right not to answer (or to lie like a rug if provoked/inspired) but I'll try to get to all questions...

Some interesting exchanges on Twitter yesterday, and reading various updates around the social networks, plus an impromptu dramatic rereading of "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" this morning over coffee, and my brain is being all Thoughtful 'n shit.

And the end result? I am very thankful that, for all the crap life has handed me and all the crap I've handed myself, that I was also given a sense of humor AND developed a sense of perspective about All The Crap. Because otherwise, it would be really easy to become bitter and angry and afraid, and bitter and angry and afraid are terrible ways to spend your life.

Especially since we get no points, style or otherwise, for anger, and few of us are really witty enough to get points for bitterness, no matter what we want to believe. And fear, while it keeps you from being eaten, can also keep you from everything else.

(That does not mean, however, that I do not have occasional, utterly enjoyable, wallows in bitterness. Also, envy, fear, jealousy, and general fuckitallity. Because, yanno: human. And it adds piquancy to the rest of life, in small doses, and that informs the writing, eventually. Then I get out of the wallow, dry myself off, and go on. )

Well, that weekend went by in a blink. I know I got things accomplished but mostly I'm looking around thinking "well, I'm glad I have this pocket day to get more things done before everyone's back in their offices tomorrow."

If you're in the States, do you have today off for MLK Day? (Publishing mostly switched from Columbus Day to MLK Day as a paid holiday, years ago.) If not, is it an annoyance, or a whachagonnao shrug? I have fond memories of paid holidays, myself...

Meanwhile, I'm having the not-unfamiliar urge to go ice skating. This is actually possible around here - there are good, not-insanely-crowded, not-madly-overpriced rinks in NYC. However, I hate rental skates - they never fit right, the blades aren't properly maintained, and there's not enough ankle support. Wondering if it's worth it to buy proper skates for the 1-2x a year I actually use them...

(and yes, I was one of those annoying single-digits, fearlessly zipping around the skating rink. My parents breathed a sigh of relief when I decided that I didn't want to continue lessons, because that meant they didn't have to weigh the 5am drives to the rink vs telling me I couldn't do something I loved... But I look back now and think "dear dog, I was an athletic child. Skating, skiing, horseback riding; ok, maybe I earned the "Forward, Faster" motto honestly...)

And in another random switch of topics, I am thinking about putting my current motto up on hallway wall. But me + stenciling = mess. Anyone have any experience with vinyl letters?

I'm not fond of the "New Year's Resolutions" thing, but I'm trying to bring 2013 in with some new - or at least improved - habits.

1. Showering in the morning. This seems like such a little thing, but for the first thirty years of my life, I took a shower every morning. It was part of how I woke up - the application of hot water externally, to go with the internal, caffeinated intake. And then, slowly, as I freelanced, and sometimes didn't have to leave the house all day, the shower got shoved down on the list of priorities (especially when I was on a deadline). And there was nothing wrong with if I took my shower in the afternoon rather than the morning...

but I could feel that I wasn't always as sharp as I used to be, in the morning. Plus, hanging around in my sweats gave me a "whatever" mood, even when I was under deadline. And that wasn't good, when you consider that my prime writing hours are 8am-1pm.

Also, it limited me. If I knew I'd have to take my shower before I went out, then I had to factor that time in to my plans, which mean spur of the moment, wasn't. That was... irking me.

2. Read more. I read a lot - but I wasn't reading as many books as I wanted to - and it sure didn't seem like Mount TBR was getting any smaller! So I'm embracing Twitter's "Friday Read" with a passion and determination. And doing it publicly, to keep me honest.

This week's Friday Read is: Julie Czerneda's A TURN OF LIGHT (continuing) and Fred Vargas' AN UNCERTAIN PLACE. One fantasy, one mystery. Also: both by non-USAn authors, just as a datapoint.

3. File. Every damn week. This decision brought to you by the end-of-month filing I was doing last year and...no. Small bites = less of a stomachache. Or that's the plan, anyway.

4-5. TBD.

Anyone else out there taking advantage of the new year to Do Something Better?

Morning: I did the Stevia-in-my-coffee test again this morning. Nope. It still tastes like metal shavings on my tongue, and weirdly makes everything taste more bitter, not sweeter. Bleah. Clearly, my body does. Not. Want. (and looking around, there seem to be some studies suggesting that Stevia can mess with insulin sensitivity and hypoglycemia. Yeah. My body knows what it's talking about. Oh well. Back to raw sugar for me.)

I have now tried every available sugar substitute, both "natural" and un, and found them all to be sadly lacking. Do you people just get used to the taste? Or do you not notice it? Because, ugh - half an hour later and my tongue was still unhappy.

Midday: Today started off with irritation (too many people being reactive rather than proactive, and I'm tired of having to use the damn poking-stick) and has segued into painful WTFkery on the spectator level. Is there something even more than Merc Retro going around? And if so, how long do I have to hide under my bed before it will go away? At least the book is behaving... (at the moment. who knows about tomorrow)

Afternoon: On the plus side: today also brought us NASA geeking in prime geek manner over Seriously People There's Water/Ice on Mercury! The press conference was fascinating to listen to... Also, NASA seems set blowing the geek-nerd scientists are unattractive" myth out of the water. I'm just sayin... Or maybe I go for well-groomed geek. This is entirely possible.

Evening: At dinner tonight with friends, the check came.. and the starters had been left off. We hailed the waiter to tell him, only to be informed that it had been deliberate. "You're a regular, a VIP," the waiter said to my friend (who had made the reservation). So they thanked us for our support in a small (to them) but significant (to us) way.

Mind, we go there because the food and service are excellent, and the place is packed enough that they don't need to "woo" people. But knowing that they appreciate us as much as we enjoy them is a lovely plus, and the sign of good management.

Late Night: Yes, it takes me longer to get home using mass transit than it would if I drove. But there is something soothing about walking to the subway, then being able to read (or listen to music, or knit, or do all the things people enjoy doing) for 45 minutes to an hour - time that I'm not being poked or prodded by the Must Dos, or irritated by the Hurry Ups. And less traffic, fewer parking woes, and no worries about having had alcohol with dinner. I will never understand why some cities/towns resist building a mass transit infrastructure....

(and I say this as a suburbs-raised child who wholeheartedly embraced car culture - and still misses her beloved car occasionally.)

And now I am OMG tired, and need to go to bed by 11 like an old lady. *shakes cane*

Good morning, world. I hope that your Monday started better than mine (with an email saying, basically, "um, I know we go live in 24, but there are A Few Problems in the File..."). Nothing like seeing that at 6:05 AM to make you double the amount of coffee you're making.

The Do Board is brief but fierce today. And the window of "I need to hear by" for several projects has started to close. If Merc is still retro, it should get the hell in line ASAP, because I do not need any more communication screwups, thank you very much.

Reminder: the Thanksgiving-for-Readers contest has been extended until Sunday (to allow those of you who were traveling for the holiday time to get your entries in).

Reminder: if you're giving copies of my books as gifts this season, let me know, and I can personalize/send a bookplate! (no charge to you).

And, because it wouldn't be me on a Monday without a small grumble...

Friend: "oh my god, did you hear about [insert financial news]?"
Me: "yeah, [insert business news neepery]"
Friend: "How do you know all this?"
Me: "Because I've been paying attention for the past twenty years?"

I may be slightly annoyed at people who are only now discovering things like how finance charges work, or that companies buy and sell bits of each other on a regular basis...guys, I have only a layperson's knowledge of this, but seriously.. once you're past 30, it's a bit late in the game to be playing wide-eyed innocent at OMG the business world. ESPECIALLY if you aren't inherently wealthy, pun intended.

Saturday:

Day Off. Slept in. I mean, I didn't get out of bed until 10am. It was silly-nice, and I probably could have lazed about all day except there were Things To Do. Two craft fairs, wherein I fell in love with but with common sense and moral guidance (thanks, BF) did not buy a $650 hand-smithed ring of silver, orange garnet and diamond (not my usual thing at all but lovely), but did buy maple syrup, maple sugar, a wooden carved spoon, a (replacement) down quilt, pillar candles, and cornbread. And since it decided not to rain, walked many miles along the UWS, taking photos.

Also, I saw a dragon.

(more NYC2012 photos here)

Sunday

CLANG THUD BANG CLANG Cats, wide-eyed & fluff-tailed: WhatTheHell?! Me: "It's just the Beast waking up for winter, relax."

Yep, the PowerCenter, aka the Beast, aka the furnace for my building, was waking up, a bit at a time, stretching through the pipes and radiators. A little early by my standards, but we have old folk living here, too... I note that ElderCat is getting plushy again. The Catalmanac suggests a hard winter.

The rest of the day: editing, cooking, cleaning, footballl. In other words: an Autumn Sunday. Finestkind. Giants won. Sesame-maple ribs for dinner. Not enough work done, but enough that I feel ok about the day. Suffice until Monday the evils therein.

And, via the Twitterverse and a discussion of "aspiring author" as a non-useful phrase... I call myself a writer. I write. "Author" is a label other people put on me after the fact. However, some folk seem to think that "writer" isn't enough, that "author" is the longed-for and preferred title.

Discuss?

(I'd love to hear from published and unpublished writers, and also readers-who-don't-write)

1. The winner of last week's Book-A-Week contest is:

youkai_girl
And that concludes this summer's "Book-A-Week" Giveaway contest. I will wait until September first for everyone to claim their books. Any books left unclaimed at that point will be thrown back into the hopper, and a new winner will be chosen.

Thanks for playing, and I hope y'all found some new goodies to stash on your shelf.

2. Starting Monday morning with a funeral is one way to ensure that the rest of the week's problems won't seem so dire. But I don't recommend it at all.

3. I'm pretty sure that last night's Leverage episode gave me flashbacks to the 1970's. I will never forgive them for that. Well-played, cast and crew. Also: they managed to mess with one of my favorite American myths without trashing it too badly, mainly by making it the vehicle for the story rather than the story itself.

4. It looks like Ms. Kornetsky will be having a launch party for COLLARED (A Gin & Tonic Investigation) in Seattle this coming November. Announcements will go out when we have a time and a place confirmed.

5. I'm having a lot of trouble believing that WorldCon is in three days. And that I'm heading out to Chicago in two days. Ack. I should do some laundry. And print out my schedule. And confirm how I'm getting from the airport to my pre-convention domicille....

and a bonus, of dubious value:

Chekhov's Gun Theory: "If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. "
Gilman's addendum: "But that does not mean it needs to be the murder weapon."

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Thursday looks back on Wednesday....
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Friday is both various and sundry
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Various and Sundry were Thoughtful, This Morning
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Various & Sundry are cleaning up their act
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Entries tagged with various & sundry

OMG, hi. Long time no post?

What's Up With the Meerkat?

Two Things on My Way to the Revisions...

Five Things Make a Post...

Things and Thinks

Monday's State of the Meerkat roundup

Thursday looks back on Wednesday....

Three Things (and two on credit) make a Monday Post

Hazy hot and humid, oh joy.

mutter mutter mutter whinge laugh

Various and sundry worked through the weekend...

Friday is both various and sundry

Five Thinky-Things Make a Post, and Open Thread (aka an AMA)

Various and Sundry were Thoughtful, This Morning

Various and Sundry are having a Random Monday. Or, Monday, Randomly.

Various & Sundry are cleaning up their act

Five Things Make a Day (domestic edition)

Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, Cyber Monday... Shopping is hard. Let's work, instead.

In Which the Weekend Has Both Various and Sundry....

Five Things in My Brain Make a Belated Monday Morning Post