Report from Dreamhaven

Last night's reading was a mitigated success... thanks to the SF Meet-up folks, most of the seats were warmed by bodies, but half-way through "Fire and Ice and Linguine for Two" I discovered that I was missing a page.  Hard enough that I had to cover for HER, since she's too self-important to come to these things herself.  (Truth of the matter is that I haven't gotten around to getting a new dress for the season, and, well, I've gained a few pounds so the other alternate ones don't fit any more.  So I did a Lemony Snicket and told everyone that Tate couldn't make it due to a series of unfortunate events.)   At any rate, I stumbled through the mishap with what I hope was my usual charm and grace.  The audience was very forgiving and kind, partly, I think as I knew nearly everyone there.  I also had a chance to show off HER copy of the British version of DEAD SEXY, as a carton of books arrived from my agent last night.

Otherwise, I'm frantically getting ready to head down to WisCON.  I should email the other Wyrdsmiths and see if we want to do some kind of group con report on our blog.  I'm planning on bringing my laptop, so maybe if we can find a wireless spot, I can send along updates AS THE NEWS BREAKS.  (!)

Mason is demanding I read to him, so I must go for now.  

An Article (Sad)

Shawn forwarded this to me this morning from the New York Times:  A Move for Birth Certificates for Stillborns.  One of the really difficult things for Shawn and I during Ella's death (there were so many) was that she didn't get a birth certificate, only a death certificate.  Minnesota is one of the states that has changed the law... and we can grandfather Ella in.