January 9th, 2009

masturbation

let's see what you are an what you're not.

Whoosh. I think time spent at the gym this morning entitles the meat to anything it wants for the rest of the day. We were brave and virtuous. Also, I love the Friday morning yoga class. Even if the heater in the hot tub is currently broken.

Through the magic of the freelance writer's ability to find money in crevices, it looks like I will be able to pull off this moving thing without selling blood. Do look forward to the end-of-January booksale, however, as I really don't want to move any more of these damned things than necessary. Also, I need to buy two more bookcases.

And now, some self-pimpation.

Item the first: Interview with me at Dragonpage, mostly about All the Windwracked Stars.

Item the second: Now the deal is closed and It Can Be Told (and Scalzi and Jay have already blogged this, so I'm assuming most of you already know): Print version of Metatropolis from Subterranean Press. There's a limited edition, also, which is bound to sell out fast. Order page here....

And, completing my catchup of Criminal Minds-related activities, my review of 4x11, "Normal," is up at Tor.com. 

Now, I have to drink a beer and work on the harpy story and figure out how the heck I'm going to eat as many calories as I need to eat today. Because yes, I really did work out that much.