I am tickled absolutely pink to announce that the fabulous Ginger Clark of Curtis Brown Ltd. has offered me representation and that I've said yes. She's excited by Phat Fairy, and I'm really really looking forward to working with her. Now I'll go run around the place squealing with glee for a while.

This is another post about the process I'm using to finish up PHAT FAIRY. It will not interest you unless you are one of the people who like process posts.

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Every day, my best friend Leeloo complains about the cafeteria food. And she's not wrong. Everybody hates the cafeteria food. But she's just way too descriptive. It puts you off eating anything. I was trying to ignore her, fishing through my locker.

"...Babysnot soup, also known as "potato." More like the paste you used to eat in kindergarten. Are ( Read more... )

To those following yesterday, OpenOffice was indeed an easier fix. Got the laptop shipped off yesterday so once it arrives, she won't have to go to the library to check her e-mail anymore (her machine died in what sounds like a pretty non-recoverable way, alas.)

The crab apples trees down the street are -just- starting to blossom. In a few days we' ( Read more... )

The next morning I could barely drag myself out of bed. It was not so much that the day was grey, a rainy drizzle intensifying into downpour that dragged my spirits to the ground. I felt lumpy and miserable, full of uncomfortable aches and pains to go with my spiritual ache.
Everything was grey. The clouds that roiled overhead were gun-metal grey, ( Read more... )

(somewhere towards the late middle)

The sun rose, filtering through the (towering) cedars all around me, and the air was full of green smells. The wind rustled with a predatory beat in the underbrush. Sunlight edged the mountains. In the empty space where two dipped to meet, a fist-sized blaze illuminated the further pines.
I pushed forward to kneel ( Read more... )

A rainy Saturday morning  -- I'm about to get some writing on Phat Fairy in before heading off for a writing group afternoon. I need to stop and think out some things about the plotline before I go too much further.

Birthday #45 coming up next weekend. HOLY COW HOW DID I GET HERE? I figure with any luck and some preventative maintenance that puts me ( Read more... )