Come and get it.
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:the dog that barks in the night
It was written by Sarah Monette, and don't forget to check for easter eggs. *g*
There might also be a S3 trailer. Maybe.
2) Good climbing night tonight. I only did four walls, but one was a new 5.8 on the 45-foot overhand, which includes a little roof--and I didthe first thirty feet of it in one big push, which made me feel really good about myself. Two other routes were 5.9s on the slab that had previously eluded me. I didn't do 'em clean or neat, but I did 'em. And next time I will do better. (I also sent a 5.8 I have gotten before.)
Joy was redoubled by listening to two nice climber boys from Colorado bitch about how our 5.8s are like everybody else's 5.10s. I mean, I know it, but it's nice to have confirmed.
3) I am making borscht tomorrow, dammit. TBRE and I are both giving blood. We have an excuse to need beets and beef. (It was also a good excuse for steak tonight.)
4) I'm on page 57 of rereading The White City and it hasn't fallen apart on me yet. There's always the next bit, of course...
5) Crowded House's "Transit Lounge" is so a gamma song.
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:KCRW - Alela Diane: White as Diamonds
Tea today: linden chamomileTeacup today: quityerbitchinandwrite
Just finally settling down to get some work done on "The Unicorn Evils," after yoga, weights, grocery shopping, eating something before I fell over, putting the groceries away, and putting all the bones in the freezer into stock pots to become stock so I had room to put away the frozen veggies.
Also, the bread is in the loaf pan. I hope it rises sufficiently to be baked tonight or tomorrow, because I want to eat it. With butter and harissa and sardines, because--god knows why--I am craving sardines lately. And other fish. And fresh orange-carrot juice. And harissa. Maybe I need vitamins and fish oil, to counteract the looming lockdown of winter.
I'm surprisingly pleased with the way TUE is shaping up so far. It's giving me lots of good, juicy ideas and character stuff, and it's only going to be better once Emma gets her teeth into it.
Yay for work we love!
The Complaint Department seems to be adapting to her new pill regimen pretty well so far. At least, no obvious personality change, but she does seem calmer when something mildly stressful happens, like being picked up by her monkey or a Kjitten! Attack! (Which we have with appalling regularity around here.)
(One diazepam for the cat; one for me... nah, they'd catch on to that.)
To-do list shrinking slowly.
- Mood:
tired - Music:Solas - The Poisonjester's mask
Mean things: broken promises, stubbing your toe in the dark
Now it's almost time to go climb.
- Mood:
exhausted - Music:The Pretenders - The Wait (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, electronica & mor
739 words on "The Unicorn Evils" this morning, which seems to be all I have in my head right now. So here I am, drinking tea and staring aimlessly, and contemplating whether I should do some of this Other Work that's staring at me from my to-do pile, or try taking a nap instead.
The work wouldn't take too long if I did it, but right now it all seems incredibly onerous, and I am incredibly tired.
Right, more staring aimlessly, then.
- Mood:
groggy - Music:Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, elec
4019 words on "The Unicorn Evils" today, in a steady seven hours of work interrupted only by snacking and sending the dog outside.
Man, why can't the novel put out like this?
But now TBRE has come home and made me a hot cocoa which I suspect is spiked with something, and I'm going to call it a night and go read a book or something.
Mean things: flashbacks, still more jurisdictional disputes, political meddling
Reason for stopping: end of scene and end of rope
- Mood:
thankful - Music:Ray Charles - Hit The Road Jack (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, electronica
2050 words on "The Unicorn Evils" tonight.
Mean things include jurisdictional disputes and mass murder.
Sleep now.
- Mood:
working - Music:Ramasutra - Kwaidan (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, electronica & more - in
I have been a mighty, mighty bear tonight. 3080 words on "The Unicorn Evils," and 700 words on a review for Tor.com.
Darling:
It wasn't that Solomon Todd hadn't seen this sort of thing before.
It was that he had.
Phew. And I get to get up in the morning and do it again.
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:I'm a loser at the top of my game.
We have a very special holiday episode upcoming in December, and of course the past two seasons worth of narrative is available online. Very Soon Now we expect announcements regarding hard-copy collections of a lot of the content, and of course there is and will be swag. (Wait until you see the S3 limited edition shirt.)
There's a very handy fan page here, providing a suggested reading order (and recipes). And if you finish that, you can go to the character livejournals for interaction and backstory (and recipes), and the message board for community and speculation.
And recipes.
- Mood:
sore - Music:Pearl Jam - Immortality (Live) (Radio Paradise - DJ-mixed modern & classic rock, world, electronica
It's Sunday night in the US of A, which means it's Shadow Unit night. Just a DVD extra tonight, but next week we have the season finale, Holly Black's awesome "Not Alone." Which I promise, will have you cat-yelling at the Internet when you realize that the next episode isn't until, well, February*.
So to celebrate this awesome imminence, I bring you...
...the promo to the second-season finale of the greatest TV show that's never aired.
"I've reviewed the photographs of the mutilated bodies," Frost said. "It would be better if I had the actual materials to work from, of course, but the local medical examiner is passably competent, and the images are detailed. Based on the way the bones are broken and the tissues stretched and torn, I would say that your subjects were forced into postures of prayer. Kneeling, hands outstretched and clasped together."
"Creepy," Daphne said, momentarily forgetting who she was talking to.
"Intentionally so, I would imagine," Frost said, surprising her. "If Agent Reyes has any questions, he knows where to find me. Have a pleasant day, Agent Worth.”
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Falkner narrowed her eyes. “You’re saying you think there’s more than one host? Based on the tissue and the gum?”
“Based on Tameka and Carrie-Ann. Based on Chaz and me." Hafidha gestured back and forth between them. "Based on Hope Mitchell and her mysterious partner and possible murderer." She looked around the room, took a deep breath, and looked right at Lau when she said three words everybody in the WTF hated. "Evolving anomaly model. There's evidence in this case to support it.”
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"I swear to God," Chaz said in someone else's voice, "Pearl, if you turn that boy into a sissy--"
Brady sat back hard enough in his chair that it left a scuff mark on the wall behind him. "Chaz, do not fucking do that again. Or I'll hurt you."
#
Sandy Cramer lifted her gaze. She smiled, leaning forward across the table, her hands spread flat on it now. "Oh, sweetheart," she said. "You really understand. You're like us. You understand."
#
Lau saw the moment before it happened. Half a moment. Half an instant. Not enough time even to draw breath, let alone cry out.
After that, she couldn't have been heard over the gunfire.
...next week on Shadow Unit.
*not counting Sarah Monette's Very Special Holiday Episode, "On Faith," which will be awesome but which won't help with your season-ender cliffhanger at all, I'm afraid.....
- Mood:
jubilant - Music:Peter Mulvey - Shirt
First of all, still can't see out of my right eye, but at least it hurts a lot less. I'll take what I can get. Dear cornea, please grow back now, kthx.
Second, stayed up until three am last night watching the first series of Wire in the Blood. Yeah, I'm in love. And I'm also totally hooked on the idea of Robson Green playing Solomon Todd, now, which works out well, because I have been wanting to make a Todd icon. So I can have two for the priceof one.
Third, yesterday I was solicited for a proposal for a YA SF novel with lesbians (yay!), so I have a kind of secrit project going. Being me, of course, I can't exactly manage to keep is secret, though there is no guarantee it will sell and I can't tell you who it's for--but anyway, sometime this fall, I'll be producing fifty pages and a synop on the Heroic Hookers Of The Steampunk West (a book I have been wanting to write for a while, so yay!) envisioned as a YA novel.
Yeah.
This is me smiling.
Fourth, today was entirely devoted to work on the next episode of Shadow Unit, Holly Black's "Not Alone," and now that I have seen it in a somewhat completed form I can tell you it is going to be awesome. Where by awesome, of course, I mean appalling. And, well. See icon.
Todd always knows what to say.
Anyway, I blew off climbing today (it was sort of a collective blow off, what hey) and got my part of that done.
And now I am going to have a glass of wine (okay, a second glass of wine, on top of the two pots of tea consumed earlier) and I am going to fall over for a while.
Eye doctor appointment tomorrow evening (hopefully he will tell me some good news), and other than that I think I'm declaring the rest of this week TIME OFF, as I appear to have written some 11,000 words in the past week.
Honeydew list for the rest of whenever:
- Write Grail
- Write a proposal for The Heroic Hookers Of The Old West (now! with steampunk teenaged protagonists!) and hey, maybe even think of a title for it
- Revise The White City and its attendant chapbook, which might be called The Forty Times Forty. Or might not. (See, part of the structural problem is that I accidentally write both of them entwined with each other, and have to cut them apart now because they turn otu not to make one story after all.)
- Write A Reckoning of Men
- Write Shadow Unit s3
- Maybe write The Steles of the Sky if it sells, or do some more work on it to send back out if it doesn't.
- Continue working on Smile
- Schizohrenic levitation time travel vignette secret project thingy
- Space opera thingy
- Vampirism thingy
- Singularity Rent novel
See above, sell some books before I starve.
Right. Where's that wine now? Oh, right, have to let the dog out first and feed these starving cats before they eat each other or else maybe me.
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:Garbage - Metal Heart
And what with all the writin' and readin' and not seein', I forgot to mention that there's new Shadow Unit.
Like we do.
- Mood:
ditzy
One of them made this. Yes, actual opening credits for a TV Show that only exists one universe to the left.
Yeah, cool.
- Mood:
impressed - Music:Jane Siberry - Half Angel, half Eagle
We're amazingly thrilled to have her.
Sarah Monette will be leaving us as a staff writer after season 3, but Will Shetterly will be returning to pen an episode in 2010, which gives us a full staff roster--also including Holly Black, Leah Bobet, Emma Bull, Amanda Downum, and myself. Stephen Shipman will also be lending us his pen as co-writer on an episode in season three.
Also, the Season Three schedule is available on the BBS.
- Mood:
happy - Music:Jethro Tull - Nursie
Don't forget to check that side content.
Yeah, I'm pretty goddamned happy with this one.
- Mood:
excited - Music:I smell the future. And it smells like gasoline.
- Mood: contemplative
- Mood:
sleepy
- Music:Dr. John - Accentuate the Positive
Back from the Worldcon, and as you may have heard by now, I seem to have won a Hugo. (and lost another one--or a tenth of one--for Metatropolis.)ETA: Via Neil Gaiman, here's a better photo of me (and him and Frank Wu, who nearly deafened me with his whoops of delight). This one shows my punk rock boots to full advantage. Though sadly, Neil is not licking his hugo. (Ellen Klages later licked mine. Perhaps this is a tradition of which I was unaware?)
I'm delighted beyond words by the whole thing. It's beautiful--the base, designed by Dave Howell, is the most gorgeous I have seen (under that rocket on the granite asteroid is a blast pit filled with irridescent maple leaves)--and of course, I mean, it's a freaking Hugo.
I am going to love it and hug it and put it someplace where it will catch the light. This thing is an art object.
No problems getting it through Customs, by the way--we lucked out, and got Fen for a border agent. He just wanted to see one up close.
Other than that, the con was generally wildly pleasant--there was good food, good fun, and an unrelenting schedule. Also absinthe and dancing and meeting some really wonderful new people, as well as catching up with the old. I do regret I didn't get to spend more time with my graduated VP students. I hoped to catch up with them Sunday night post-Hugo, but er. I reckoned without the winning thing. 0.o
(Thank everyone for the congrats. I'm overwhelmed.)
The fun was had despite cascading organizational disasters. We were staying in the Delta Centre-Ville, notable for a dearth of internet access, decent food, available potable water, or reliable access to the rooms the con had paid for the use of. Also, the elevator lines were epic. Epic. Actually, there was no drinking water to be had for love or money about fifty percent of the time anywhere in the con (the green room was a disaster) and yet, despite this, I get the idea everybody had a pretty darned good time.
I was on several panels, all of which amused me, though the clear winner was the sF music one.
It was interesting to attend such a small Worldcon (under four thousand registrees) spread out over so many city blocks. The con never felt crowded, but I saw almost everybody I know--a notable exception was Jim Macdonald, thought I did get to hug the Doyle and their daughter Pip.
Also, the restaurants were nearly universally excellent. Culinary high points included dim sum, szechuan hot pot, absinthe, Ephemere cassis on tap, tortiere, caribou steak (medium rare), and Steak St. Paul. Also, the best eggs benedict of my life, with home made English Muffins and amazing lemony bright creamy hollandaise.
Oh, and while I was out, there was Shadow Unit.
The dog and cat are happy to see me, and now I am going to sleep.
Tomorrow, I start writing Grail, because Amanda helped me figure out where it starts in the car on the way home.
- Mood: sleepy
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