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That was the last copy of Boneshaker Borderlands had…lucky me! (Oh, I suppose they’ll get more…)

Apparently what I do when I am not writing is: think about writing, talk about writing, hang out with people who are writing, go to bookstores which are filled with writing, and attend events where writers read their work and/or talk about writing. Oh and blog a lot. Well, it’s a nice change of pace

I went to see Dave Eggers interviewing Nick Hornby at the City Arts & Lectures series I subscribe to…Jay was supposed to come with me, but alas, the air travel gods lets us down once more. It was a great fun event–Hornby is witty and self-deprecating in that charming English sort of way. There was

Yay! Jay is coming to San Francisco tonight! Boo! His flight is late, 71 minutes and counting. 🙁 Not that I’m particularly surprised that a flight from PDX to SFO should be late…nope, not me. Even so, it’s going to mess up our evening plans, and for that, I say, once more: Boo!

1. I promised lunacow a report on last night’s event with Margaret Atwood, and I do like to keep my promises. It was utterly cool, and not at all what I expected. Usually these City Arts and Lectures events are an interview–some local journalist or personage interviewing the traveling author; then there’s a period of

So, I laid VERY low today, sleeping and reading on the couch and generally taking it quite easy. Other than a sudden burst of effort wherein I vacuumed the whole apartment, reorganized my new bookcase, polished my jewelry, washed dishes, critted two short stories, and walked out to the alteration shop down on Cole. Yeah.

…now I’m sick. Going back to bed.

Was down a pound this morning (though that could just be normal fluctuation, and hey, trying not to focus on the scale overmuch); more importantly, Notorious G and I followed through with our plan to meet at 6pm and do my Buena Vista walk–one hour, up and down massive hills, great exercise. View of the

Dear people going about your business on a lovely Sunday afternoon: When you pass a woman on her knees on the sidewalk weeping over broken bags of groceries, yes, it is probably wise to hurry past, because she’s undoubtedly a wicked witch trying to lure you into her nest so she can push you into

At yoga this morning, I was the first one there, and the only one there for a while. Mysore Style Ashtanga is a self-paced class: the room is open for about three hours, most of the time with a teacher there, who walks around the room making adjustments and giving pointers to the students. Even