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There's just really no point in going on-line via dial-up these days. Everything stalls and freaks. Even gmail hates it.
I had a good writing weekend. I wrote nearly a thousand words each day. Technically, I wrote nothing on Friday, but I wrote 1,500 words on Sunday. So I'm only in the hole 500 or so. I also spent part of Saturday doing some promotion for Tate. My editor asked me to write a "Dear Reader" letter to be featured for the Penguin USA page. The example she sent me read a lot like ad copy, only longer. I'm not much of an ad copy sort, which daunted me at first, but then I realized that neither is Tate's heroine, Garnet. What I ended up sending was something in between ad copy and chatty Garnet. Anne (my editor) seemed to like it at any rate.
Tate's book is coming out next month. This means that I'm about to get really busy. I did one interview already, and now I have tackle the SF Novelists' interview so I can have that on-line for people. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I really _do_ love this part of the job. Some days, in fact, I love this sort of thing way better than the actual writing.
In other news, I thought I'd better confess some fish news.
I killed another shrimp.
Yeah, I'm pretty certain it was my fault. When I was cleaning the tank last Thursday, I moved one of the "features" and there its little white body was... all opaque and dead. CSI: Fish Tank wouldn't need a team of forensics experts to figure out that I probably trapped the little fellow under the feature when I moved it the week before. He was either crushed instantly or he starved to death. Not very pleasant, either way.
Gucci, gucci, you were a good shrimp. Although it's interesting to note we no longer name our shrimp. There's another gigantic one still alive in the tank (I saw him on Sunday,) and he's nameless. I feel kind of bad about that, but shrimp in my tank have a much harder life than even the fishes.
Everyone else is doing well. The guppies we got to replace Johnny/Giant-Girl seem happy in their salt water. If I figure out this salt water thing, you'd better look out. It's always been an ambition of mine to get a saltwater tank going some day. A mini coral reef would be awesome.
I'm all caught up on my Marvel reading. I still need to get the first issue of Secret Invasion, but, in preparation, I read the Illuminati, which I had been resisting because the only guy I like in the team-up is Black Bolt (irony!) The "team" is Mr. Fantastic, Iron Man, Dr. Strange, Professor X, Prince Namor and Black Bolt, all of whom weild crazy influence in the Marvel Universe -- you got yourself the smartest man in the universe (arguably), the richest, the weirdest (okay, he's really the master of the occult,) the guy who can read and control everyone's mind, the ruler of the seven seas, and the king of the Inhumans.
Anyway, my favorite issue is #4, which is ostensibly about talking this Skrull into becoming the new Captain Mar-Vell, but which is really about all the relationship woes everyone has with their various lovers. Frankly, I was hoping that Tony Stark would admit that his real issue is that he can't find a permanent lover because he's in love with Captain America. He didn't, but what _did_ get implied was almost more shocking! Sue Richards is having an affair with Prince Namor! (Not like we didn't see that coming, but STILL!) Anyway, in my opinion #4 was Bendis at _his_ best, which is humorous at times about relationships, but serious about them too. He does that very well.
The surprise for me in reading Illuminati was how much I ended up liking the Submarnier/Prince Namor, a guy I usually dispise. I loved how consitantly hawkish he was.
Anyway, my son is begging me to play with him, plus I still have some "homework" to do for class tomorrow night.
I had a good writing weekend. I wrote nearly a thousand words each day. Technically, I wrote nothing on Friday, but I wrote 1,500 words on Sunday. So I'm only in the hole 500 or so. I also spent part of Saturday doing some promotion for Tate. My editor asked me to write a "Dear Reader" letter to be featured for the Penguin USA page. The example she sent me read a lot like ad copy, only longer. I'm not much of an ad copy sort, which daunted me at first, but then I realized that neither is Tate's heroine, Garnet. What I ended up sending was something in between ad copy and chatty Garnet. Anne (my editor) seemed to like it at any rate.
Tate's book is coming out next month. This means that I'm about to get really busy. I did one interview already, and now I have tackle the SF Novelists' interview so I can have that on-line for people. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I really _do_ love this part of the job. Some days, in fact, I love this sort of thing way better than the actual writing.
In other news, I thought I'd better confess some fish news.
I killed another shrimp.
Yeah, I'm pretty certain it was my fault. When I was cleaning the tank last Thursday, I moved one of the "features" and there its little white body was... all opaque and dead. CSI: Fish Tank wouldn't need a team of forensics experts to figure out that I probably trapped the little fellow under the feature when I moved it the week before. He was either crushed instantly or he starved to death. Not very pleasant, either way.
Gucci, gucci, you were a good shrimp. Although it's interesting to note we no longer name our shrimp. There's another gigantic one still alive in the tank (I saw him on Sunday,) and he's nameless. I feel kind of bad about that, but shrimp in my tank have a much harder life than even the fishes.
Everyone else is doing well. The guppies we got to replace Johnny/Giant-Girl seem happy in their salt water. If I figure out this salt water thing, you'd better look out. It's always been an ambition of mine to get a saltwater tank going some day. A mini coral reef would be awesome.
I'm all caught up on my Marvel reading. I still need to get the first issue of Secret Invasion, but, in preparation, I read the Illuminati, which I had been resisting because the only guy I like in the team-up is Black Bolt (irony!) The "team" is Mr. Fantastic, Iron Man, Dr. Strange, Professor X, Prince Namor and Black Bolt, all of whom weild crazy influence in the Marvel Universe -- you got yourself the smartest man in the universe (arguably), the richest, the weirdest (okay, he's really the master of the occult,) the guy who can read and control everyone's mind, the ruler of the seven seas, and the king of the Inhumans.
Anyway, my favorite issue is #4, which is ostensibly about talking this Skrull into becoming the new Captain Mar-Vell, but which is really about all the relationship woes everyone has with their various lovers. Frankly, I was hoping that Tony Stark would admit that his real issue is that he can't find a permanent lover because he's in love with Captain America. He didn't, but what _did_ get implied was almost more shocking! Sue Richards is having an affair with Prince Namor! (Not like we didn't see that coming, but STILL!) Anyway, in my opinion #4 was Bendis at _his_ best, which is humorous at times about relationships, but serious about them too. He does that very well.
The surprise for me in reading Illuminati was how much I ended up liking the Submarnier/Prince Namor, a guy I usually dispise. I loved how consitantly hawkish he was.
Anyway, my son is begging me to play with him, plus I still have some "homework" to do for class tomorrow night.