Halfway through the 365 Days of Self Portraits, and I’m still going strong.
But what else is happening?
Necropolis has started shipping. I’ve heard from people who have already read and loved it. (No one ever writes a quick note to say, “Hey, your newest book arrived with the mail today, and I read it, and hated it, and I want you to give me back the lost hours of my life!”) My own copies haven’t gotten here yet. Maybe tomorrow? This week, definitely.
Writing-wise, I’ve currently got nothing else scheduled. Queries, submissions, and all that good stuff are out there, but no one’s responded, no further contracts have been signed, no offers have been accepted or made. (Now that I’ve said this, I’m sure everything will change tomorrow; there’ll be multiple contracts, perhaps a bidding war, perhaps demands on my time involving expense-paid trips to Italy and New Zealand and Japan.) I’ll be huge in Japan, you watch. I can’t explain it, either; such is life.
For time spent alone, I had very little alone time this weekend. Not a complaint. Invites and dinners and parties and favors and everything else imaginable. I had to turn down most things due to timing. Can’t be in four places simultaneously. Not yet. I’d meant to do more writing this weekend. There’s still tonight. And I discovered the recent bells story is actually only half (maybe two-thirds) finished. There’s more to write. That last line wasn’t a last line, but an introduction to the next bit of the story. The important bit, apparently. I left that off the first time. Sorry.
The cat is good. The cars functioning. I’ve got food in the fridge, albeit only a few dollars in my pocket.
Last weekend, I visited a writer friend of mine. We went to a medium. We’d misread the calendar, actually, and expected an audience participation mystery. We went in anyhow. She was the least impressive medium I’ve ever even imagined. Apparently, everyone in the room had, at one point, lost a tabby cat. Everyone’s dearly departed relations looked exactly like the person sitting in the chair. She displayed no real talent, not even a talent for reading people, which was the least I expected. I left wanting my ten bucks back.
I still haven’t gotten the latest Tori Amos CD. Nor I have ordered any books recently (and I have a rather extensive list of books I want). I’ve made no progress with my Camera Fund (wanting that Nikon d90 dSLR and some bits and pieces to go with) because the money’s been re-assigned. Priorities. I have a trip in September.
This weekend, I saw a movie (Crank, with Jason Stathem, which was hyper-chaotic stylistically, but as usual with Stathem, an action film leaning toward the more intelligent end of the spectrum–with a few rather strong requests to suspend disbelief), and I finished reading a novel (Joe Hill’s Heart-Shaped Box, a phenomenal ghost story I can’t believe I hadn’t already read; it lingered on my shelf, I think, because I wasn’t as impressed with Twentieth-Century Ghosts as everyone else seemed to be, so I didn’t trust the hype surrounding his debut novel; the hype was well-deserved, and if I made such a short list every year, this will definitely be one of my favorite reads of 2009), and watched a few hours of Torchwood (as I ever-so-patiently await Season 3, sometime this July, perhaps, unless that’s changed again). I’m making slow progress on my current novels (two in progress, one set in Midnight–like the bells story–and the other a YA fairy tale-esque thing), but progress is being made. I heard from M (currently in Italy) twice. Earlier in the week, I hosted the first DarkFluidity Live at the Cosmic Cat, and though there fewer strangers popped in than I’d hoped, I would say it was a success; we started with Perception, Illuison, and Imagination (I even pulled off a card trick, in which I first tricked everyone into thinking I was going to perform a trick, and then tricked them again by actually pulling off the trick) and eventually found our way through hallucinogenics and insane asylums. Fun for everyone!
More updates as events warrant.
I’m open to suggestions. And as always, I’m open to questions. Ask.
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