• Mood: sleepy
• Music: Blackfield - My Gift Of Silence

so many things i would have done but clouds got in my way

Kind of sleepy this morning, despite having already been up for almost five hours, during which I accomplished... well, the dog got walked, and a long pleasant email to That Boy I Like got written, and an Interesting Proposition got forwarded to my agent, and some contracts got signed and stuffed in an envelope, and a couple of Range of Ghosts queries got answered, and I read my catalogue copy in Tor's winter 2012 catalogue. Oh, and I fed myself an egg salad sammich on rye bread and some plums and AFPS.

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.

And now...



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 pond swamp we were kayaking in) and some lotuses.

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.