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(*&&^*$@ Dial-up!
Sep. 14th, 2009 11:15 amToday started out okay, but it's quickly becoming swear worthy. I hate dial-up. I wish we could afford decent internet connection. In one way, I keep the crappy connection because, well, it's better than nothing (mostly, although I'm not sure it's doing anything good for my blood presure,) BUT it keeps me from being distracted by the shiney that is the interwebs.
Still. Grrrr.
Not much excitement here. This weekend was pretty low key. On Saturday, Mason and I went to the downtown public library to check out their collection of Goosebumps. It wasn't much to write home about, but by chance I noticed they had BIONICLE chapter books and he started reading those. I put the last two HIKARU NO GO issues on hold... though it looks like one of them has been checked out since June. Hmmm.
I've been writing steadily on Tate's young adult novel. I expect to have it done on time barring act of God/dess. Having the cover art already is surprisingly good motivation. I feel like I'd better get it done since they've already got a "package" ready.
At Wyrdsmiths last Thursday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naomikritzer told me she hung out with someone at the Yeti birthday party gathering who ALSO looks nothing like me and who is often mistaken for me at cons and whatnot. This would be person number 2. The first being local author Rob Callahan, which is probably pretty embarrassing for him, as I think he's much better looking than I am... plus, well, you know, he's like a GUY. I don't mind being mistaken for a dude. In fact, some secret part of me relishes it, but no one has ever come up to me and said, "Rob, I really loved your panel! Dude, your books are awesome!!" Meanwhile, poor Rob has people call him "Lyda," which is just WRONG. Rob has always been decent about the mistaken identity when it happens, but I still feel for him. Now I find out someone ELSE is being mistaken for me? What the hey?!
My friend Kelly McCullough has been mistaken for China Mieville, mostly, I think because they're both bald and have a very tough-guy look to them and there's not a lot of that going on in SF/F. So you see a muscular guy with a shaved head and a badge at a con, and your brain says, "Ah! It's China/Kelly!" I get how it happens. And we're all pretty myopic in SF/F, so, you know, I cut everyone a bit of slack....
At least this new person being mistaken for me is female. When I asked Naomi if there were any similarities, she shrugged and said, "Well, she's a butch lesbian." Okay people, time for a newsflash: not all butch lesbians are Lyda Morehouse, and, really, take a better gander at me next time you're sure it's me you're looking at. I'm not all that _butch_. In fact, I used to wear a pin that said "butchy femme!" because that's closer to where I fall on the spectrum. I giggle way too much to be mistaken for butch, and, you know, even though I've been working out to try to be Captain America by 45, I'm still quite soft in the middle.
Not so butch.
Anyway, in other news, Mason's garden has a watermelon. Unbelievable. Have I told you about Mason's planting magic? Well, he's got it. All he seems to have to do is toss some seeds on the ground and step on them and they sprout like weeds (something my grandmother Spangler proportedly could also do.) Meanwhile, when I plant and fertilize and fret, all I get is WEEDS.
How's your Monday shakin' out?
Still. Grrrr.
Not much excitement here. This weekend was pretty low key. On Saturday, Mason and I went to the downtown public library to check out their collection of Goosebumps. It wasn't much to write home about, but by chance I noticed they had BIONICLE chapter books and he started reading those. I put the last two HIKARU NO GO issues on hold... though it looks like one of them has been checked out since June. Hmmm.
I've been writing steadily on Tate's young adult novel. I expect to have it done on time barring act of God/dess. Having the cover art already is surprisingly good motivation. I feel like I'd better get it done since they've already got a "package" ready.
At Wyrdsmiths last Thursday,
naomikritzer told me she hung out with someone at the Yeti birthday party gathering who ALSO looks nothing like me and who is often mistaken for me at cons and whatnot. This would be person number 2. The first being local author Rob Callahan, which is probably pretty embarrassing for him, as I think he's much better looking than I am... plus, well, you know, he's like a GUY. I don't mind being mistaken for a dude. In fact, some secret part of me relishes it, but no one has ever come up to me and said, "Rob, I really loved your panel! Dude, your books are awesome!!" Meanwhile, poor Rob has people call him "Lyda," which is just WRONG. Rob has always been decent about the mistaken identity when it happens, but I still feel for him. Now I find out someone ELSE is being mistaken for me? What the hey?! My friend Kelly McCullough has been mistaken for China Mieville, mostly, I think because they're both bald and have a very tough-guy look to them and there's not a lot of that going on in SF/F. So you see a muscular guy with a shaved head and a badge at a con, and your brain says, "Ah! It's China/Kelly!" I get how it happens. And we're all pretty myopic in SF/F, so, you know, I cut everyone a bit of slack....
At least this new person being mistaken for me is female. When I asked Naomi if there were any similarities, she shrugged and said, "Well, she's a butch lesbian." Okay people, time for a newsflash: not all butch lesbians are Lyda Morehouse, and, really, take a better gander at me next time you're sure it's me you're looking at. I'm not all that _butch_. In fact, I used to wear a pin that said "butchy femme!" because that's closer to where I fall on the spectrum. I giggle way too much to be mistaken for butch, and, you know, even though I've been working out to try to be Captain America by 45, I'm still quite soft in the middle.
Not so butch.
Anyway, in other news, Mason's garden has a watermelon. Unbelievable. Have I told you about Mason's planting magic? Well, he's got it. All he seems to have to do is toss some seeds on the ground and step on them and they sprout like weeds (something my grandmother Spangler proportedly could also do.) Meanwhile, when I plant and fertilize and fret, all I get is WEEDS.
How's your Monday shakin' out?
