(full disclosure: I may have to slit the tires on everybody's cars so that nobody can drive me to the airport on Monday night.)

Kyra and I have been adventuring. Sometimes adventuring takes the form of sitting at the kitchen table (or, currently, me on the sofa several feet away and her at the table, because I'm too lazy to plug the computer in ( Read more... )

I had some really fascinating storypeople in the store today: a middle-aged woman with a shock of purple hair; a comfortable Indian couple who found the American tradition of pinching people not wearing green on St Patrick's Day wondrously hilarious; a shy, pretty young woman looking for something new to read. She told me she'd loved Twilight (I ( Read more... )

Very sleepy all of a sudden; it must have been the milk (or the warm cookies). The internet on the laptop has decided not to work today, confounded thing; already the keyboard at the main computer feels ridiculously bulky. I am playing Solas' newest album, which is marvellous, and good for being cosy, and cookies have just been brought out of the ( Read more... )

Sigh. I planned to clean the bedroom and sleep today (and possibly hang out / play music with Jonathan), but Jim, my manager, called this morning to ask if I could come in. Which is a good, really, because this is the second time now that someone hasn't been able to make their shift and they called me to fill in, and since I have done it both times ( Read more... )

Some observations:

i. My father is kind of adorable. Also, his music taste is made of win. (My father's taste in music is primarily responsible for my taste in music, though we listen to quite a lot of entirely different things. My adoration of all kinds of alt folk and traditional folk music is all his doing, though. I grew up singing along to his ( Read more... )

Busy days, gorblimey. The rest of the week ought to slow down a bit, I think -- I need to catch up on NaNo rather terrifically (the bit I wrote on my shift today? seems to have stopped just short of the Plot Point at last), and also sleep. Which, um, I could have been doing lately, but -- well, it's more difficult when one has Things to do. Sunday ( Read more... )

Good heavens, my characters will not behave. I have just discovered to my horror that Mr Caruthers has shed ten years and gone and fallen in love with Evangeline. What on earth shall I do? (I hadn't planned to have any romance in this novel, drat it! Also, because I am apparently terrifically vain, I imagine my novels as though they are finished, ( Read more... )

THEY MOVED EDWARD.

Now he is absolutely making extremely grouchy eye contact with me throughout my entire shift. I look over and there he is, glaring at me, clearly suffering from some kind of supernaturally awful sinus infection. (Also his hair grows straight up and he is bloody stupid.)

Also, we sell Twilight calendars. (...Drat.) So he's there, ( Read more... )