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Random writing related stuff: My guest blog was posted over at Witchy Chicks. I rambled on the process of a book going from my mind to a bookstore/library shelf. Harper did this video thing, & they posted it. It's already been on Amazon for a while & on my website under media. Booksigning TodayToday I had a signing at Borders Woodbridge (in Northern VA, abt 30 minutes south of DC at the giant shopping area off the interstate) which was just good fun. Random Thoughts on book signings: Jury Duty, Motorcycle Attire, & the Library of Congress I'm in a mood tonight. . . I've hit restless this evening, but there's no solution just now. The book-currently-without-a-name (previously Enthralled) will be returned to the editors again by close of business Monday. . . which is good bc I'm to report for jury duty on Wednesday. Of course, as much as I want to be a responsible citizen . . . I'm really hoping to be sent back home bc I wanna go play. Yes, I know that's horrible of me. Being a Responsible Adult means I'll go & do my part, but it doesn't mean that the urge not to is gone. Submitting book=treat time and somehow sitting at a courthouse doesn't feel like a treat. Alas. OTOH, the week after this one I have my Library of Congress talk & Spouse is off that day so . . . umm, unless it rains, we're taking the new motorcycle so we can ride a bit before & after :) The challenge of this plan is finding clothes that are appropriate for a) back of bike & b) professional thing. I could be slightly less than responsible & wear a skirt on the bike. . . which wouldn't be the least responsible garb I've worn to ride, but isn't quite the thing I know I should wear. ("It's not that I wanted to be that comfortable. I had a thing at a library!") Ahem. Or I could wear something practical. . . or yanno, stop & change. I suspect that this third plan is the best option.
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Another Saturday, another dozen yard sales. Took Bruce and several bottles of water with me this time, to avoid a repeat of last week's dehydration and overextertion-induced contractions. We cleaned up, again. Bruce went absolutely insane at one sale where the woman had gotten a lot of baby clothes without knowing if it was a boy or a girl. So there was a lot of yellow and green, and a surfeit of baby duckies. We rummaged through 3 huge tupperware bins and picked out every...single...thing with a ducky on it. Onsies, fuzzy jumpsuits, even ducky booties. Hope hypothetical critter looks good in yellow... I was going to pass on the baby audio set (is your fetus wired for sound?), but Bruce insisted. His rationale was that, since I'm so anxious, it will be good for me to have. You can't use it until about 5 months, but this way if I get worried or the baby doesn't move one day I can find the heartbeat and be reassured. It made me cry...I have the most thoughtful husband ever. Of course I don't need any of the maternity clothes yet, but it's all washed a packed up for this summer. I refuse to buy any new...it's really extortionate what they expect you to pay, and the indifferent quality. Between what I got today and what Erin has to send me from home, I should be pretty well set. Tags: baby, good junk Current Location: home Current Mood: and a little queasy
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Saving Horses, one Thoroughbred at a timeThe line that killed me: "On occasion, Condurso-Lane said, a pair of horses standing in the field together will appear to nudge one another, then dart off together in a straight line, as if reliving their past." *sniffle* ----------------------- In other news, I fled the computer to have a Day Out, which included the Superheroes costume exhibit at the Met (interesting but not, IMO, amazingly well-done unless, like me, you adore certain designers and can have fun mocking academic copy-writers), kamikazi shoe-shopping, post-theater dissection of the current staging of Macbeth over a carafe of wine and damn good Italian food, and one of the top ten phrases you never want to hear a tourist in Times Square say: "is that a real gun, Maureen?" (it wasn't) [also? I should not be allowed anywhere near Times Square/the Theater District on Wedesday afternoons or Saturdays. The urge to kill is nigh overwhelming. Farking tourists, learn how to walk!] EtA: best street theater sight: a guy waving a variety of bumper stickers on a theme of "Cheney/Satan in 2008: The worst possible President" Tomorrow, back to work. For now -- falling over and making like a sleeping thing. Tags: dispatches from nyc, horseplay Current Mood: tired
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