Brief PSA and link and such:
1. Yeah, still scarce. I have found my limit, and my limit is sadly concrete. I'm posting semi-regularly at seanan_mcguire, largely because we've hit Book Promo Time (whee); the posting frequency there will go up as we approach actual publication. I'll try to keep things updated over here, too, but it's sort of like running uphill during an avalanche at this point; I fall down a lot and beg for the sweet surcease of death. Or ice cream.
2. Speaking of ice cream, I hate my new Weight Watchers meeting with a passion. A burning, burning, oh God you people are insane passion. I am so mad that they closed the Citrus Grove Center, where the people were sane. How mad? Mad enough to be giving genuine consideration to switching to the Saturday at 9:00 AM meeting, just because I might kill fewer people.
3. I'm currently running a poetry contest to win an ARC of Rosemary and Rue. Go ye forth and enter. It doesn't even have to be good poetry. Channel your inner Dr. Seuss, and rock the house.
4. I had my first physical therapy session yesterday, with a very friendly, very sadistic lady from Switzerland who seems intent on making Kate and I use each other as exercise equipment as much as humanly possible. When Kate starts talking about bench-pressing me, you'll all know exactly what she means. I, meanwhile, will be muttering about shallow ditches and lye.
5. My "When I Think Of Heaven..." iTunes play list consists entirely of different versions of "Rain King," all performed by the Counting Crows, across a span of approximately ten years. (I do not yet have them all. This song is my Pokemon.) I've been listening to it a lot lately. I find it...soothing. And soothed blondes just don't kill humanity.
What's new with you?
2. Speaking of ice cream, I hate my new Weight Watchers meeting with a passion. A burning, burning, oh God you people are insane passion. I am so mad that they closed the Citrus Grove Center, where the people were sane. How mad? Mad enough to be giving genuine consideration to switching to the Saturday at 9:00 AM meeting, just because I might kill fewer people.
3. I'm currently running a poetry contest to win an ARC of Rosemary and Rue. Go ye forth and enter. It doesn't even have to be good poetry. Channel your inner Dr. Seuss, and rock the house.
4. I had my first physical therapy session yesterday, with a very friendly, very sadistic lady from Switzerland who seems intent on making Kate and I use each other as exercise equipment as much as humanly possible. When Kate starts talking about bench-pressing me, you'll all know exactly what she means. I, meanwhile, will be muttering about shallow ditches and lye.
5. My "When I Think Of Heaven..." iTunes play list consists entirely of different versions of "Rain King," all performed by the Counting Crows, across a span of approximately ten years. (I do not yet have them all. This song is my Pokemon.) I've been listening to it a lot lately. I find it...soothing. And soothed blondes just don't kill humanity.
What's new with you?