Due to things I couldn't make up if I tried (and I try, O How I Try) I'm short on sleep. My son said I was Mama Cranky Pants today and he didn't even know all the evil stuff I was thinking. Needless to say, by yesterday it had been a long week and it was only freaking Tuesday.
The week after the time change always sucks. Have you noticed that? Everyone hates everyone.
Oh, is that just me? My bad.
Tomorrow I'll be at Fado in Denver for about 12 hours. Look me up.
The new piercing is doing swimmingly. Just the barest soreness and it's not swollen at all. There's a pic after the jump. I put it there cuz I thought some people might be wimps about seeing it. I think it's
cute tuff as hell, but then I would, wouldn't I?
I've spent a lot of time alone in the past few days. Good for the soul. Socs are taking up much less time in my brain. Mostly I'm writing like a little rabbit fucking, and it's all good. I have vacation time coming up and some time with friends, and it's more fun when the work feels under control.
I just got word I'll be doing workshops at Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold. That's not until September, but word up anyway. We're doing a short story critique workshop on Friday afternoon and "Literature and Liquor" on Friday night, and then after that it's all attendance and schmoozing for me. See linkieloos on the sidebar for more deets.
I'd like to go to Pikes Peak Conference, but 400 bucks is a bit stiff for me and I'm used to working these gigs. So I'll probably skip it this year again. Or maybe I'll slip in and crash at the bar, say hey to some friends for a night. That could be fun, too. We'll see.
You can see the barbell after the jump, along with actual research I was doing last night for ARCHIVE OF EARTH. God, how I love my job.
See? I'm tougher than you.
This may come as a shock, but in my story the collar isn't sexual in the least.
This is the one I settled on. Easiest to describe in prose.
Heh. You'll just have to read it and find out.