Do I hope you'll read my book? Absolutely!
Do I hope that you'll tell other people about my book? Nothing would make me happier! I will totally give you a cookie if you tell someone about my book. In fact, if you make a blog post about it, or mention it on Facebook or Twitter, I'll send you a thank you. (And maybe some swag, if I have/you give me your address.)
Will I be offended if you don't want to read my book, or you do read it, and don't like it? Nope.
As my friend, are you required to read it? Hell no. I would never ask that someone who wasn't interested read it. What would be the point?
My frequent mentions of my published works are because honestly, this is literally my dream come true. I'm proud of my writing, and this whole crazy publishing train is probably one of the coolest things that's ever happened to me. I want to share that with my friends, just like I've shared all the other great (and not-so-great) stuff that's happened to me over the past years of this journal. It's not meant to make anyone feel guilty about not wanting to read them, or because they tried them and didn't like them. I appreciate the support of ALL my friends, even if my work isn't their cup of tea.
So I thought I'd mention that, just to clear up any potential misunderstanding.
And now, I'm off to be eaten by jellyfish in the Chesapeake Bay. Have a great weekend!
Do I hope you'll read my book? Absolutely!
You all made me feel VERY spoiled, and very loved this holiday season, not to mention year round.
Individual thank you cards are being mailed, but i wanted to make sure that you all knew how wonderful you are, and how much I appreciate your kind words, gifts, and support.
And I am off to get a drink with one in a few minutes, because she's awesome.
Also, unemployment, first day:
Showered. Didn't bother to brush my hair.
Made tortilla soup that can kick your tortilla soup's ass. Wish I had thought to WRITE DOWN THE RECIPE.
Wrapped presents. Am somehow STILL not done wrapping presents. How does that work?
Snuggled with my kitty.
Possibly, maybe, watched the FOB Chicago special for the
Also, MY YARN IS HERE, MY YARN IS HERE! Tomorrow, I figure out a plan for skeining and dyeing!
How did I ever have time to work?
Dyed a little more, and gorged myself at the Mongolian buffet in Williamsburg. We went across the river on the ferry for no good reason, drove a few miles out into deepest, darkest Suffolk Co., and then turned around and came back across. It was pointless, fun, and pretty much free, as long as you don't count the gas it took to drive onto the ferry.
I am behind on my writing, but still getting it done, and only have a week left of Tom's visit, so I will probably be rather scarce. Expect pictures of some variety soon. I haven't totally abandoned the idea of Tell Me Tuesdays, but I definitely want to get some pictures in the bag before I try again, or I'll just forget.
Also, their yard is pretty much wall-to-wall kittens. Everywhere you look, there is another kitten. If not a kitten, one of the adult cats. They have a feral colony on their property, one that they are trying to keep from growing by capturing and fixing as many of the kittens and adults as possible. However, at $300 a pop, since none of the local vets will give them a discount, that's a not inconsiderable task. We are trying to find some vets here in NoVA who might work with them, especially since they are perfectly content to feed and look after the colony- they just don't want hundreds and hundreds of cats inbreeding for generations.
We came home with a few more freckles, some amazing locally produced feta, two tubs of blackberries that we picked this morning, and a kitten.
Meet (the cat I am lobbying to be named) Francis. (He couldn't pull off Gerard, and I kind of vaguely despise the name Quintin, which was offered in place of Quitten, and a Claire-ism. Also rejected were Wobbles, and Shortbus.)
He's about 6 weeks old, TINY like a pixie, and we are 99.9% sure he has cerebellar hypoplasia. (First link to an article, second to a YouTube vid of a cat who has it.)
I believe Malcolm will rally to the challenge of having a little brother with even special-er needs than he does. Also, I suspect that having someone younger than him to play with might actually mellow him out a little. Of course, that will come once Frankie has been cleared by the vet, and is a little more able to deal with the big scary inside world we have abducted him to.
And hey, if you're interested in some beautiful kittens (all of whom are very healthy, Frank is the only one who has issues), drop me a line. Mr. E would be THRILLED to box up an assortment for you.
I refer you, for those interested in what I did with my weekend, to debmats's upcoming con report. Balticon. Fun. Con weekends are always mind-altering, surely something to do with sleep deprivation, exposure to shiny things, and the possibility of stumbling over your own tongue as you meet Peter S. Beagle and try to convey to him that his writing makes you believe in the power of words as magic, and that you have never quite recovered the piece of your heart that you lost to a unicorn who knows regret. Without sounding like a creepy fangirl stalker. Thank you to debmats and pezazul for wonderful companionship.
I got vixyish's new album, Thirteen, and it is fully made of wonder. Again, there is a slightly larger space in my chest, where a little part of my heart has been spun out into the black to follow her voice.
I want to paint. Of all the crazy artistic projects I have waiting in the wings, it's possibly the one furthest from anything I'd been considering doing, but I want to paint, and paint something that means something to me, which I haven't done in years.
Life is full of change, and ice cream and coffee and words that fill up the hollow places, and music that rings inside you and saves your life, and friends to share it all with.
And it's good.
Aside from that, he's got awesome taste in music. He can discuss books, movies, and letter writing with ease, he's funny, smart, and fun to trade puns with.
Also! The creator/mod of warp_and_weft- weavers, check it out!
savvyjack18 has gifted me with a German sheep! And the sheep said I could open my early birthday present, too, and it was CAULIFLOWER SHEEP SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS! OMG, I cannot even -express- how truly awesome these are! I will take pictures. And make icons. Because...Cauliflower! SHEEP!
Thank you, Alex! You're wonderful.
There was a giant box for me! And I looked at the tag, and could not remember ordering anything that large from a mechanical engineer. Or, actually, ANYTHING from a mechanical engineer. There was a moment of head scratching, and then I said, "Wait, is it from Oregon?" And it was! And then there was a moment of getting my hair caught in the packing tape as I fell upon the box and ripped it open to reveal LOADS OF TEASEL!
Yes. Yes, people, my upbringing has finally kicked in. It took years, but I was absolutely ecstatic over receiving a huge amount of weed.
Dye party at my place! And owlslight, thank you so much! Your thoughtfulness is a lovely thing.
-bookshop, you are totally right about Bones!
-Off for the hospital in about an hour. I don't know if I'll be aware enough of the world around me to post this evening, but I'll ask marigot to post something, either here or in her own journal.
- Speaking of my sweetie, if you wanted to think good thoughts for her tomorrow, she'll be going in for HER surgery in the afternoon. Thank gods for Spring Break. I won't be able to be at the hospital with her, but hdstanley will, and I'll let everyone know once she's home safe and sound. More worried about her than I am me, really, but I'm sure she'll be okay.
-beingothrwrldly, I'm so sorry I missed your birthday yesterday! I saw that it was quite fabulous, and I'm glad. You're a tremendously wonderful person, and I hope your new year brings you nothing but joy.
Alright. Time to stow the laptop and finish my bath. I love wireless.