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Today was the first day of my class at the Loft, Not Just the Zombie Apocalypse: Writing Science Fiction & Fantasy. Right off the heels of CONvergence, I got up this morning and taught 20 eager-to-not-so-eager 13-17 year-olds at 9 am.


I'm fairly wiped out now, to be honest. I think tonight is going to be an early night for me, especially since I have to get up and do it again tomorrow. In general, I'd say the kids are good. The kids are always good. The question is really, can I engage them. I think I did pretty well actually, since my measure of success is: did I get a bunch of them to open up and talk out loud in class? I did. So, day one: fait accompli.

I also thought today was the deadline for my review of The Wendy Project, a graphic novel by Melissa Jane Osbourne/Veronica Fish for Twin Cities Geeks so I read that again and wrote up a review.  I have a critique project I need to start working on.  

AND, tomorrow at Quatrefoil, I'll be giving a talk with the Gaylaxicons about Precinct 13. So, lots to "keep me off the street" as my grandmother might have said.
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I need to write today before noon, because I have a number of heavy-duty errands that need doing before we head up to our friends' cabin in Siren, Wisconsin. I spent much of the morning already being quite productive. The plumber came to fix the upstairs bathroom sink trap which had 'sploded on us Sunday. I was happy that it was actually a bit of a big job for him, since I was feeling like a bit of a dope with my "There, I fixed it" solution.

Also, I finally got around to putting the finishing touches on an on-line class proposal for the Loft. I've never taught an on-line class before, and they wanted a sense of how the class would actually work (like, on-line). I have to admit the request baffled me, since, as a brand new instructor, I'm supposed to sign up to learn how their system works (and I sort of thought this was the VERY thing that would be explained/discussed at that time.) But, I think I cobbled together something that will satisfy the requirement. I don't know. We'll see if they take it. I did, however, decide that for my usual optional reading requirement that I'm going to point students to the myraid and wonderful podcast options for listening to (and in most cases also, if you wish, reading) short stories. So, Lightspeed and PodCastle, if you get a bump in traffic next winter/spring semester, that's me! (Also, if you folks have a favorite source for science fiction story podcasts, feel free to let me know.)

I also finally got around to mailing out hardcopy xeroxes of the wonderful review Michael Levy did of my Resurrection Code and Tate's Almost to Die For to my agent, my editor, and my dad in David Hartwell's The New York Review of Science Fiction. I should take some time in the next few days to find a good excerpt to post, but the whole review is quite delightful so you should try to track down a copy if you're so inclined. Perhaps I will memorize it in its entirety and you can ask for a dramatic reading next time we meet. (ha!)

Today is also Mason's last day as a second grader (for those just tuning in, he's in a year-round school, which is, of course, a bit of a misnomer as he gets three months off, just not all in the summer.) At any rate, he'll be starting in September as a THIRD GRADER! I'm not sure how he got to be so grown-up, but there you have it.

For a bit of nostalgia, here he is at the beginning of the school year:

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According to my friends here at Amore Coffee, it's possible that I'm having an allergy attack even though I have no outward symptoms other than just being tired and sort of out of it. It makes a certain kind of sense. I wonder if taking an antihystimine will help? I may try later.

Today is Thursday, which is my busy day. In a little bit I need to go home and change the fish tanks, do a little housework, and then head off to Mason's school for volunteer foldering (which is better than conscripted foldering, believe you me.) Tonight is Wyrdsmiths, which I'm looking forward to, and I'm almost ready for -- I need to finish reading Eleanor's short story and print out the next chapter of Tate's ALMOST FINAL CURTAIN, which is the sequel to ALMOST TO DIE FOR (coming out in August.)

I'm still waiting to hear from my editor about the various proposals I sent her way. The funny cow mutilation mystery was apparently going to be sent to a different editor as humorous chick-litty stuff isn't doing well in trade. I asked what was, and the answer was "darker stuff" so I sent along a proposal of that variety too.

In the waiting period, I find myself starting to wonder "what if?" As in, what if my editor declines to buy an adult book? The good news is that Tate is still contracted to do two more books in the YA series mentioned above (the one I'm working on, and a third,) which means that unless they somehow renig I still have a job until 2011. Which, given the economy and book publishing in general, is nothing to sneeze at.

I'm thinking about the business of publishing because one of the tasks I've set for myself this week is ordering publicity postcards for both of Tate's releases as well as some kind of similar thing for RESURRECTION CODE. I always start to get anxious about a month before a book comes out, and that's now. HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD is coming out in May. I have a signing set up at Uncles, and I need to start getting the word out about that too.

Stuff to do!

I should probably take a page out of Shawn's book at make a list.

In other totally unrelated news, Mason got his hearing tested at school yesterday. This was just one of those things he randomly informed us of (getting information about what happened at school in any given day is like any one of those metaphors about doing the impossible ala squeezing blood from a herd of cats.) Apparently, it was just him. This doesn't surprise me. Mason has failed casual hearing tests at the doctors, but always passes the more intense ones with specialists. According to Mason, he passed the school's hearing test. Some of it, IMHO, has to do with the fact that when Mason concentrates he cuts out the world. This means when he's reading, I usually have to put my hand in front of the book and say his name, despite having shouted it repeatedly while trying to get his attention. I think, too, when he's daydreaming or thinking his own thoughts, he can do this as well. But he also has classic moments when he mishears things that are clearly spoken, too. Just the other night he thought mama said something about "bread pudding" when she's said "putting" things away or something similiar sounding.

So I'm not surprised that Mason's teacher thought to have his hearing tested. I'm equally unsurprised that he passed.

The biggest mystery is if Mason's teacher will talk to me about it today when I go in for foldering. We have NEVER quite bonded with this teacher the way we have with the two previous. We had some trouble with Mason's kindergarten teacher at first, but once we worked through it we became quite close (in fact, she came up to me the other day to say she'd read about my work out outfit on Facebook and had a laugh imagining it.) I have actually wondered if this "new" teacher is a little afraid of me. Why, you ask? Well, I am a scary butch lesbian, you know, even if I do wear hot pink sparkly workout outfits. And Shawn and I have come on pretty strong with her over the issue of Mason's reading privledges in the library, if you recall. Anyway, I've been volunteering there since school began and she still calls me Ms. Morehouse and is weirdly defferental. Perhaps she's being polite, but whatever it is we've never been able to bridge it to have a relaxed relationship.

You can't be friends with everyone though.

Mason, however, is making progress with the kids across the street. Yesterday when we came home they were out playing and he ran over to join them. Mama actually got to do that 1970s thing of calling him home to dinner. It was pretty awesome, actually. And they told him that he's welcome to knock on the door if he doesn't see them outside. I'm super glad he's getting this kind of experience. Much of my youth was spent going up the block to hang out at Holly Halverson's house or joining the neighborhood kickball games (although that last was more rare despite the fact that our corner was always home plate. The kids who organized that were older and, I preceived, meaner.)
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That stupid short story that's been hanging over my head (or around my neck like an abatross?) is finished... and away! Hooray!

But, alas, I still have no time to chat. I have to get home, feed the kitties, start cleaning the bathroom for the guy who is coming to fix it tomorrow (no, not sweeping and dusting -- I have to move all my fish supplies, which have been living there), and hang out with my friend Bill who broke his arm.

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