"Sometimes, getting laid is more important than killing orc kings."

Yeah, so it's still not summer here in Rhode Island. It is, however, damp. And cloudy. 64F, with the humidity sitting at 82%. The world is mildewing all about me. And what I miss most are the warm summer evenings....

I wrote yesterday, but nothing particularly useful. I'm working on a "sword-and-sorcery" fantasy, "The Sea Troll's Daughter," and trying to invert the gender roles as completely as possible (compared to the old "damsel-in-distress" formula of the subgenre), and my editor needs it by July 5th, at the very, very latest. I don't know how much I actually wrote yesterday, because I kept ditching things. 600 or 700 words. I have to do better today. Oddly, I have the entire story in my head, pretty much. Beginning, middle, and end, which is unusual (this sort of happened with "The Alchemist's Daughter," too, which remains unfinished), so you'd think this wouldn't be so difficult. But I can't settle on voice, or tone, or POV. And worldbuilding has me all tangled up. I see my world just fine, but describing it without recourse to infodumps, that part's eluding me.

I've decided that I'm going to abandon the MySpace account, beginning in about a week. So, if you're reading the blog over there, you're going to have to start following it at LJ or Facebook of Dreamwidth or Twitter. Five is too much. Hell, four is too much. But MySpace is the homeliest of the lot, so it gets the hatchet. As for Twitter, I remain surprisingly optimistic. In four days, I have gained 400 followers, and still hope to reach 1,000 by the end of July. Hopefully, this will provide me with another effective forum by which to promote The Red Tree. The micropreview sneak-peek thngy is kind of interesting, and you can follow it at greygirlbeast.

Last night, after all the dithering and not-particularly-productiveness, we binged and watched every episode of Felecia Day's The Guild. Damn funny, and after surviving two years of Second Life rp hell, and the last ten months of WoW, it strikes a nerve. Or a chord. Or both. Anyway, have a look.

The current eBay auctions continue. Please have a look. I should remind you that the clothbound copy of The Merewife up now is very probably the only one I will ever auction, as I received but four comp copies, back in 2005. Among my hard-to-find publications, it's surely one of the hardest to find. Have a look. Bid if you can. Thanks.

Way back in 1996, when I was still just a wee babe of 31, Christa (faustfatale) and I drove from Los Angeles to the World Horror Con in Eugene, Oregon. The con was pretty dull, but the trip up the coast and back down again is the stuff of legends. On the way up, we stopped in San Francisco, and spent a night with Darren (tjcrowley), who took us to dinner at the delightfully surreal Tonga Room at the Fairmont Hotel. At some point, an artificial rain shower began fall from the ceiling (to match the tropical Tiki theme, I suppose), and Christa got a photo of me hiding beneath a paper umbrella:



Day before yesterday was Christa's birthday, which I neglected to mention. Because I suck like that. But, anyway, she and Darren were in the Tonga Room and reenacted my Wile E. Coyote moment, twelve years later:



So, anyway, happy birthday, Christa.

Time to make the goddamned doughnuts.