Absenteeism
Feb. 11th, 2008 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseIf you thought I was a spotty blogger before, well, I'll probably be worse for the next three weeks. Mason has school off. He has yet another winter break for the year-round school. Although, on the flip side, Mason had discovered the joys of video games, so maybe I'll have more time than ever. I just wanted to warn y'all that I'm going to be tough to find, electronically-speaking for a few weeks.
Which is probably pretty well, given that I have no real news to report. Shawn's dad has been improving -- at least he's been eating and he sounds really lucid on the phone. So, that's good news. I think Shawn is still hoping to get down there while Mason is on break, but we haven't made any definite plans yet.
I've been searching around the house for the cable that connects to my video camera/digital camera because I have a fairly AWESOME shot of a hawk that was sitting in the tree on our boulevard for about twenty minutes on Saturday. It's a funny picture because it was actually too bright out for a very detailed shot. It was wicked cold over the weekend which means, of course, that the sky was clear and the sun was bright. Still, I was able to get a fairly good close-up. Hopefully, Shawn will call me back soon and I can post it over at the Tate Hallaway blog later today. (Found it: you can see the hawk here: http://tatehallaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/hawk-on-my-boulvard.html
Anyway, Shawn was hoping that the hawk was around looking for the pigeons that like to roost (and poop) on our side window. I'm quite fond of pigeons -- I've even rescued a few that St. Paul has purposely poisoned -- but even I have admit that they're kind of nusance. Not only do they poop copious amounts, they drive the cats batty. But, we know the hawk has been successful in the past. One afternoon, Mason and I came home to the sight of pigeon/hawk carnage. Feathers were scattered everywhere and the only thing that remained was a mutilated pigeon head. It was like something out of The Godfather for pigeons.
Eventually, I had to go outside to take out the garbage and I must've scared the hawk away. We were surprised how quickly the sounds of the songbirds came back. It was clear they hunkered down and hid the entire time the predator was in the neighborhood.
Otherwise, I'm writing away on Tate's latest, DEAD IF I DO, a book I've been thinking about as "The Wedding Planner" meets "Night of the Living Dead." It's a book that so far feels like it's been writing itself. I'm having a surprising amount of fun screwing up Garnet's wedding plans. (Oh, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xochiquetzl, you should know that I made your fanfic canon. There's a very fun scene between William and Parrish that I wrote just for you.)
I've been waiting for the contract to come from my agent for RESURRECTION CODE before I start on it. I have a weird little supersition about starting books before I sign the contract. In fact, because I'd written four pages on it earlier, I thought I had jinxed the negotations for a while. But, because of that scare, I'm not willing to start "for real" now until the ink is dry.
Which is probably pretty well, given that I have no real news to report. Shawn's dad has been improving -- at least he's been eating and he sounds really lucid on the phone. So, that's good news. I think Shawn is still hoping to get down there while Mason is on break, but we haven't made any definite plans yet.
I've been searching around the house for the cable that connects to my video camera/digital camera because I have a fairly AWESOME shot of a hawk that was sitting in the tree on our boulevard for about twenty minutes on Saturday. It's a funny picture because it was actually too bright out for a very detailed shot. It was wicked cold over the weekend which means, of course, that the sky was clear and the sun was bright. Still, I was able to get a fairly good close-up. Hopefully, Shawn will call me back soon and I can post it over at the Tate Hallaway blog later today. (Found it: you can see the hawk here: http://tatehallaway.blogspot.com/2008/02/hawk-on-my-boulvard.html
Anyway, Shawn was hoping that the hawk was around looking for the pigeons that like to roost (and poop) on our side window. I'm quite fond of pigeons -- I've even rescued a few that St. Paul has purposely poisoned -- but even I have admit that they're kind of nusance. Not only do they poop copious amounts, they drive the cats batty. But, we know the hawk has been successful in the past. One afternoon, Mason and I came home to the sight of pigeon/hawk carnage. Feathers were scattered everywhere and the only thing that remained was a mutilated pigeon head. It was like something out of The Godfather for pigeons.
Eventually, I had to go outside to take out the garbage and I must've scared the hawk away. We were surprised how quickly the sounds of the songbirds came back. It was clear they hunkered down and hid the entire time the predator was in the neighborhood.
Otherwise, I'm writing away on Tate's latest, DEAD IF I DO, a book I've been thinking about as "The Wedding Planner" meets "Night of the Living Dead." It's a book that so far feels like it's been writing itself. I'm having a surprising amount of fun screwing up Garnet's wedding plans. (Oh, and
xochiquetzl, you should know that I made your fanfic canon. There's a very fun scene between William and Parrish that I wrote just for you.)I've been waiting for the contract to come from my agent for RESURRECTION CODE before I start on it. I have a weird little supersition about starting books before I sign the contract. In fact, because I'd written four pages on it earlier, I thought I had jinxed the negotations for a while. But, because of that scare, I'm not willing to start "for real" now until the ink is dry.