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There was a lot going on yesterday for Free Comic Book Day, but I managed not to do very much of it. I did, at least, stop at Uncle Sven's Comic Book Shop on St. Clair for my official FCBD swag bag.

free comicbook day 007

A lot of it, as you can see, is kind of trash. Strawberry Shortcake? Pippi? But, there were "kids" bags and "adult" bags, and the adults got the Hellboy RPG guide and The Tick and some of the other more interesting titles. I was kind of surpised at the distinct lack of Ironman swag, given that FCBD coincided with his movie release. Maybe if I had actually braved one of the bigger comic book stores like The Source, where my friend comic book artist Christopher Jones was signing.

We also missed out on a cool event the owners of one of those "Free Libraries" was doing. http://libraryofjustice.blogspot.com/2013/04/youre-invited-to-free-comic-book-day.html. I blame the weather. The beginning part of the day was dreary and rainy and cold. Shawn and I were supposed to check out a neighborhood plant sale too, but she ended up with a barametric pressure induced migraine. Mason had a playdate with his friend Molly, and so we managed to get some shopping done, but then Shawn had to crash. I stopped at Sven's on the way back with Mason. When we were ready to go to the Library of Justice event, the sun had come out and he was outside playing with his friends on the block.

Mostly I did this:
me and ms ball

Which is to say nap on the couch with the kitty.

Anyway, as a bonus, in top FCBD picture you can see the new unfinished folding table that's going out on our front porch. We don't have an amazing front porch like some of the houses here in St. Paul, but it's nice enough that we like to try to sit out on it when the weather is nice. We've tried, for the most part, to keep it clutter free (though with somewhat limited success.) The addition of the table will help us get it reorganized for this summer. Shawn wants me to paint it eggplant purple. Should be fun.
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Okay, so I finally finished (like, REALLY, and for true, as in sent to my publisher) PRECINCT 13 yesterday at about 12:30 pm. Now, I'm coming out of the haze of frantic writing/revising to discover all the things I ignored while I was trying to make my deadline not be quite so late.

I offered to read a bit of the new novel for Anton Strout's Halloween podcast, but when I came up for air over the weekend, he told me I'd missed my opportunity. Hopefully, there will be others. I hate when that happens, especially since, if I'd had a better sense of when he wanted it, it only would have taken a minute or so to get done. Nuts.

This morning I was looking through my files to try to figure out what I needed to read for Wyrdsmiths on Thursday and I came across an entry that I (in my guise as Tate) was supposed to have read by October 15 for a romance writing contest in honor of the late L.A. Banks. Luckily, with this one, I wasn't the only author behind schedule. When I frantically emailed the organizer she told me that I could go ahead and send in my results as she was just compling a note to remind the other recalcitrant authors. Whoo! So, I got that done right away.

But, having realized that I missed and nearly missed these two things, I've been going through all my emails and trying to figure out a comprehensive "to-do" list of all the things I was working on or planning to do before the computer crash, etc.

One of the things on that list is to try to write a story for the next Biblical Horror Anthology by Tim Lieder. I'd started one before the computer crash, and all couple thousand words of that is lost. However, I still have my notes, so I'm going to reboot that project today.

I need to read the Wyrdsmiths submissions.

What else? I'm not sure. Hopefully, I won't discover something huge that I was supposed to have done weeks ago....

Gah. The feeling of discovering these projects ws a little like the one I get when I have that reoccuring nightmare in which I discover I've arrived at a convention on a Saturday (or Sunday) and I've missed several panels I was supposed to be on already. Usually, the rest of the dream involves me trying to find registration to get my schedule and it's in some obscure, hidden, or dangerous (no railings on a glass catwalk kind of thing) part of the hotel.

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