A few footnotes.
It's been a productive Sunday here in the heart of the chaos, largely because my dictatorial to-do list demands my full attention (and includes such handy instructions as 'ink' and 'scan,' thus highly increasing the odds of my actually doing any of it). I'm getting things done! I'm packing things to mail! I'm pissing off the cats an average of once every ten minutes (a record even for me).
Having senile cats makes changing the kitty litter an exciting adventure in 'no, Nyssa, really, I promise, the cat box will be coming back, I just need to rinse it out, no, really, I wouldn't get rid of the cat box, please stop making that creaking noise.' She stalks around, stiff-legged and cranky, demanding to know whether she's ever going to be allowed to go to the bathroom again. As if I could stop her? A small mercy: for all that she's ancient and possessed by a nameless evil from beyond the grave, she still uses the litter box, and so I'm definitely invested in keeping her happy about that.
I seem to be in another art phase, which is good, since I'm supposed to draw the program book cover for Conflikt, and it would be nice if I actually had the head to do it. Have you registered for Conflikt yet? How about Duckon? No? Well, why not? Have you filled out your Pegasus nominating ballot? Come on, folks, it's Productivity Sunday! The Sunday where we get things done!
The weeks ahead are filling up fast with a plethora of things to see and do, so please, if you want some of my time, book early and book often. I'm planning on finishing the edits on An Artificial Night by the end of next week, which means I'm entering a rare lull: with Late Eclipses in early (and hence intensive) edits, I may actually have time to go out and do stuff. With people. Gasp.
In other news, nectarines are yummy.
Having senile cats makes changing the kitty litter an exciting adventure in 'no, Nyssa, really, I promise, the cat box will be coming back, I just need to rinse it out, no, really, I wouldn't get rid of the cat box, please stop making that creaking noise.' She stalks around, stiff-legged and cranky, demanding to know whether she's ever going to be allowed to go to the bathroom again. As if I could stop her? A small mercy: for all that she's ancient and possessed by a nameless evil from beyond the grave, she still uses the litter box, and so I'm definitely invested in keeping her happy about that.
I seem to be in another art phase, which is good, since I'm supposed to draw the program book cover for Conflikt, and it would be nice if I actually had the head to do it. Have you registered for Conflikt yet? How about Duckon? No? Well, why not? Have you filled out your Pegasus nominating ballot? Come on, folks, it's Productivity Sunday! The Sunday where we get things done!
The weeks ahead are filling up fast with a plethora of things to see and do, so please, if you want some of my time, book early and book often. I'm planning on finishing the edits on An Artificial Night by the end of next week, which means I'm entering a rare lull: with Late Eclipses in early (and hence intensive) edits, I may actually have time to go out and do stuff. With people. Gasp.
In other news, nectarines are yummy.