And with my freeze ray...
After a fantastic day of hanging out with Merav, Will, Sean, Meredith, and Jon, it's now the very last day of my very wonderful trip. We're slowly detangling my possessions from the rest of the household, and performing the exciting alchemy of trying to pack everything I have into my insufficiently spacious suitcase. It'll fit, because we are golden gods of packing, but still, this part is always exciting.
In the past week, I have eaten a lot of Indian food, met The Agent, met The Editor, met The Publisher, and signed my contracts for the Toby Daye books. For details on most of these things, you should probably watch seanan_mcguire, as I'm not going to cross-post most of the trip report. (Also, you may have noticed that there's been less and less book and writing news here. There's a reason for that.) I have also spent a lot of time with people I love dearly, seen Journey to the Center of the Earth, acquired a lot of reading material, and experienced a Manhattan heat wave, which is the best reminder ever that I live on the West Coast for a reason.
It's a little after noon. We'll leave for the airport a little after five, and I'll be on my flight a little bit before eight. By Pacific midnight, I'll be back in California, safely cradled in the loving arms of Chris and his little white car. Chris will hopefully remember that my arms stay a lot more loving when there's DDP, especially after I've just finished a multi-hour caffeine-free flight. Virgin America provides power outlets in coach, so -- if I can stay awake -- I'm planning to get some more work done on Toby. I feel like I've been incredibly unproductive this week. I know this to be untrue. That doesn't prevent the twitching that always comes when I finish a seven-day period with fewer than fifty pages of text.
Yes, I'm sad.
So anyway, that's the situation; that's the story; that's the placement of all things placeable. Perhaps tomorrow, everything will be different, but today, this is what is. And I'm okay with it. Hope you're all having a wonderful weekend.
In the past week, I have eaten a lot of Indian food, met The Agent, met The Editor, met The Publisher, and signed my contracts for the Toby Daye books. For details on most of these things, you should probably watch seanan_mcguire, as I'm not going to cross-post most of the trip report. (Also, you may have noticed that there's been less and less book and writing news here. There's a reason for that.) I have also spent a lot of time with people I love dearly, seen Journey to the Center of the Earth, acquired a lot of reading material, and experienced a Manhattan heat wave, which is the best reminder ever that I live on the West Coast for a reason.
It's a little after noon. We'll leave for the airport a little after five, and I'll be on my flight a little bit before eight. By Pacific midnight, I'll be back in California, safely cradled in the loving arms of Chris and his little white car. Chris will hopefully remember that my arms stay a lot more loving when there's DDP, especially after I've just finished a multi-hour caffeine-free flight. Virgin America provides power outlets in coach, so -- if I can stay awake -- I'm planning to get some more work done on Toby. I feel like I've been incredibly unproductive this week. I know this to be untrue. That doesn't prevent the twitching that always comes when I finish a seven-day period with fewer than fifty pages of text.
Yes, I'm sad.
So anyway, that's the situation; that's the story; that's the placement of all things placeable. Perhaps tomorrow, everything will be different, but today, this is what is. And I'm okay with it. Hope you're all having a wonderful weekend.