It's after midnight. After taking the writing day off, I'm officially allowed to say that I'm writing a mystery set in 1890's Paris, featuring Jean and Gabriel from my story in the Sindustry anthology, "Fin de Siecle". No idea how long it's going to be, yet, but I'm giving myself permission to write it until the writing is done, and worry about the rest later. (This one is just me. We'll see how much progress I make, between editing and other projects.)

Also in progress are:

Peripheral People- a thriller about psychic detectives IN SPACE! (This is another book set in the Ylendrian Empire, the same universe as "The Balance of Silence" and the novel we just FINISHEDOMG, "The Slipstream Con".) (S. Reesa Herberth and Michelle Moore, for both.)
Lake Effect- a contemporary m/m paranormal, set in an imaginary town in rural Virginia. (Shea Meier)
Skies Made of 1's and 0's- a steampunk angel fantasy. (Again, just me.)

Michelle is working on a short story called "Enchanted Grounds", which is adorable, and sweet, and makes me wish I owned a magical coffee shop.

It's really no wonder I can never find the gumption to put away my laundry. At least, that's what I'm telling myself!

front, originally uploaded by Reesa.

For Tom's going away present, I made him a book and a mix cd. It was my first bookbinding project, but I'll definitely be doing more.

(The rest of the photos can be found here: Goodbye gallery )

So, come April or so, I will be back to working 6 days a week, most likely the 9:30 to 6 shift.  While I'm not exactly looking forward to it, I'm at least trying to prepare for it by setting up a bunch of projects and craftiness that I can just pick up and work on without loads of prep time. 

To that end, in the next little while before the season starts, I'm planning to do the following:

-Finish warping the floor loom.  For those of you who can even remember back that far, this would be the project I started over a year and a half ago (erm...possibly two years...), a ruanna for my Mom.  It may or may not include some of the first spinning I ever did with a purpose, some lovely dove grey Shetland with blue and purple swirled throughout.  I'm still trying to decide, but chances are that I'll wind up using it.  Knowing so much more about using the yarn I am making, I believe it will be best used sparingly as accents in the pattern.  I don't think the yarn is strong enough to hold up as a large part of the weft. 

-Warp and transfer my design to the rigid heddle loom.  I want to do a tapestry with the desert colours I brought back from Arizona, but it may wind up being a more abstract design.  In any case, I need to crawl Ebay soon for some more suitable weaving yarns to supplement my spinning. 

-Cast on my very first real sweater, Wicked!  I'm getting gauge with the yarn I want to use, Malabrigo in Tortuga.  I bought 6 skeins of it at MD Sheep and Wool last year, and I've been saving it for something fabulous.  This is definitely the right pattern for this yarn. 

-Finish cleaning out my closet and send the stuff off to Goodwill- or apparently, as I have just looked at my donation bag, the Lupus Society.  Cool.  Lupus research often yields up treatments for fibromyalgia as well.  Rockin.  Perhaps I will toss the donation envelope into the bag as well as the clothing. 

-Catch up on some of my Netflix queue!  Damn am I behind. 

-Get a new phone from my evil cellular overlord, Verizon. 

-Figure out what, if anything, I want to do for Beltane.  I kind of want to have a party, but considering what a craptacular host I was last time, perhaps that isn't the best of ideas.  Also, by then I'll be working Saturdays, so it might be hard to pull off.

Yikes, it got late.  Off to bed with me!
I do not need to buy any Manos del Uraguay.  I do not need to do this, because I am a spinner, and I can make it. 

But the -colours-!  The richness of them gets me every time.  In fact, the very first skein of "special" yarn I ever bought was Manos, dyed in a way that made me think of irises.  I couldn't even knit yet. 

So I bought some anyway.  I'm calling it birthday yarn, and making knitty's Voodoo armwarmers out of it, and I shall be happy.  I also bought some deep pine Lamb's Pride worsted to swatch (I'm swatching!  I feel like a real grown-up knitter now!) for a kind of sweatery pattern I've been doodling.  Today I drew it out, and now I need to get some measurements and dive into the research and development phase of this project. 

*siiiigh*  I just heard a chinchilla knock over a food bowl downstairs.  And we JUST filled them.  Bad, BAD chinnies!  Perhaps they know that we visited guinea pig babies at the shelter this evening, and spoke ill of them to the shelter staff.  Sharp hearing, those chinchillas.  Or maybe they're just messing with my head.  Again.  I'll go down there, and I'll get the Cute Little Chin Look(tm)- tail curled up, eyes bright, nose twitching through the bars, and, as always, paw held out through the cage bars to accept any raisins that just happen to fall into it.  They will make me feel guilty for ever thinking they could do something like knock their food over deliberately.  Why, the very thought of it just makes a poor chinnie feel a little ill!  And I'll refill it.  And 90 seconds after I come upstairs, they will push it off the shelf again, just to watch it fall.  (It's a lot like shotting someone just to watch them die.) 

Oh, I can hear you now, you funny people who would say "Well, why not put the dish on the floor of the cage?"  I hear you, and I laugh!  Because chinchillas would never do something so disgusting as eat FOOD off the FLOOR of their cage!  How gauche!  That you would even suggest it simply proves to them that you know nothing of their delicate and winsome ways.  Next you'll be accusing them of pooping everywhere!  Everywhere.  (Aside- I once found a chinchilla pellet of the post-digestive variety in my purse.  I have no clue how it got there.)

No, there is a Way to do things.  We feed them.  They knock the bowl over.  We feed them again.  They poop.  It's the circle of cage-cleaning, and it moves us all.  The part I find sad is that I have apparently been paralyzed by some sort of cute tractor beam.  I am sucked in every time. 

The fuzzy ones rule me. 

C'mon.  How could you say no to that face?

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