What's on my desk.
Let's see, now...
Critiquemate Sylvia's introduction of a new character, and new excerpts from her small-town murder mystery, for tomorrow night's fiction focus meeting. That's right--there's only one submission for January 2K10! No one else in the group wanted to be the first beheading evisceration review of the new year, apparently.
CDs. Lenny Kravitz Greatest Hits. The Beatles No. 1 Hits.
Magazines. National Geographic (cover articles: Ankor--Why An Ancient Civilization Collapsed, Dining with Devilfish, Divided in Serbia) and Cosmo (5 Words To Get The Truth Out of Guys, Lose Weight While You Eat, Gut Feelings You Should Never Ignore, and the piece de resistance... When Your Hoo-ha's Burning, Don't Use This Common Cure). All righty.
Mail. Notice from Kaiser Permanente that open enrollment for their Senior Advantage Plan has begun. Everyone in every image is white-headed. And the envelope isn't addressed to "resident." It has my name on it. (Hey Kaiser, I'm 49. Do you know something that I don't?) Creepy.
The good stuff. Half of a chicken sandwich, and a glass of cold, cold sangria.
On my desktop: An MP3 of Rain singing "Slowly," a B-side single he released in Japan some years back (a good thing--the Korean government is really uptight and never would have allowed it to play there, heh). Mmm-yum-naughty. This is one of those songs that should be put on a continuous loop.
Of course, dark paranormal novella (in the process of being expanded into a novel) and the folder that contains fantasy novel #1's marketing efforts are permanent fixtures, and will be until I'm finished with them. So what the heck's on your desk, homie?
Critiquemate Sylvia's introduction of a new character, and new excerpts from her small-town murder mystery, for tomorrow night's fiction focus meeting. That's right--there's only one submission for January 2K10! No one else in the group wanted to be the first beheading evisceration review of the new year, apparently.
CDs. Lenny Kravitz Greatest Hits. The Beatles No. 1 Hits.
Magazines. National Geographic (cover articles: Ankor--Why An Ancient Civilization Collapsed, Dining with Devilfish, Divided in Serbia) and Cosmo (5 Words To Get The Truth Out of Guys, Lose Weight While You Eat, Gut Feelings You Should Never Ignore, and the piece de resistance... When Your Hoo-ha's Burning, Don't Use This Common Cure). All righty.
Mail. Notice from Kaiser Permanente that open enrollment for their Senior Advantage Plan has begun. Everyone in every image is white-headed. And the envelope isn't addressed to "resident." It has my name on it. (Hey Kaiser, I'm 49. Do you know something that I don't?) Creepy.
The good stuff. Half of a chicken sandwich, and a glass of cold, cold sangria.
On my desktop: An MP3 of Rain singing "Slowly," a B-side single he released in Japan some years back (a good thing--the Korean government is really uptight and never would have allowed it to play there, heh). Mmm-yum-naughty. This is one of those songs that should be put on a continuous loop.
Of course, dark paranormal novella (in the process of being expanded into a novel) and the folder that contains fantasy novel #1's marketing efforts are permanent fixtures, and will be until I'm finished with them. So what the heck's on your desk, homie?