And my hair is clean. And I am wearing pants.
All of which is productivity of a sort, but is not doing a lot to get more wordcount into "Spellslinger." But my head is muzzy, and I think I will caffeinate a little before I actually face the Dread Task of writing fiction, since Writing Fiction requires Focus.
Maybe I'll read this last story in last month's Asimov's until I wake up a little.
Which reminds me, I really liked Melanie Tem's "Corn Teeth" in the August 2011 issue. Great voice, deft characterization. I did want... I wanted it to do a bit more with the alienness of the aliens: I wanted them to be more than a metaphor, I guess. But while I feel that was a bit of a missed opportunity, it's still an excellent story, and I commend it to the attention of just about anyone.
Yep, we're back.
Teacup today: Gahan Wilson, monsters hunting investigators
Tea today: Upton's Arya estate 1st flush Darjeeling
And here's a couple of photos from Saturday's kayaking expotition: a blurry shot of an egret that we got many fine looks at (it was flying all over the
Either the water lilies or those little purple flowers had the most amazing sweet aroma.
And now back to Doc, who has been very patient with my stalling, and is actually coming across with some actual plot bits.