Shannon

Safe in Montreal. Loooong day so far–up at 3am after a really wretched “night’s” sleep, to the airport, to Denver, to Montreal. I read a whole book; Jay started a collaborative story (I love that effortless writing). So, what should we do now to rest up for the big convention ahead? To save our strength? […]

Wow. Getting up at 3am. I can’t believe I’ve actually agreed to that. Anyway! All packed, except for the computer, which will go in as soon as I’ve posted this. Anything else I’ve forgotten will just be left behind. And it’s off to WorldCon! See everyone there who’s there, and the rest of you back

Wait–I’m going to Montreal in a day and a half. I’m not ready! Yeah, I know it’s no surprise. Dozens of people are posting their schedules, their packing preparations, etc etc… yet somehow, it’s just now become real. Yikes! I have no schedule to post. I’ll just be there Having Fun. Mwa-ha-ha. Updates as I

Writers write words. And count them, and edit them, and change them, and polish them. Words contain ideas. Words contain emotions. Department of the Sky is Blue, I know: but these are the things I am pondering today. I used to be a faster writer, when all I had in my head were ideas and

I bestirred myself from the Witchnest yesterday and went out a-shopping. I used to love shopping, back before I was obsessed with writing. Now, it just seems like it takes way too much time, and there’s always something else that needs to get done more urgently. But things were growing desperate. So I got super

So, it’s Friday, and it’s been quite a week, and I’ve made my (revised) word count goal for the month, and my co-author says the work is solid, and my Seekrit Project is making progress, and I’m exhausted, and meeting a friend for dinner in a little while, so….I’m gonna take the day off from

I won’t do two cranky posts in two days, so I won’t even tell you about how I came home and rushed a load of laundry in (because everything was sweat-soaked from Portland FOR SOME REASON) and then went down and put it all in the drier and put four quarters in and pushed the

Or, Ooh ooh, look what I got!

I hate travel I hate travel I hate travel. Seriously–should it REALLY take seven hours to get from Portland to San Francisco? On an airplane? Really??? Every time? Not only that. But, it’s like 106 degrees in Portland (which, for the record, I think is fantastic, but that’s only because I’m tired of crying and

We got back from visiting the Scholes twins in the hospital yesterday to news that Youngest Zombie and his wife had also had an exciting day: their sons arrived about noon. Welcome, little Zombielings! Aww, they’re so cute when they’re tiny. All this on the birthday of my stepfather. Who is–yes, you guessed it!–a twin.