Shannon

Sometimes the allergies are worse than other times. ::sniffle:: ::sneeze::

Miss Q and I had a lovely evening last night–we invited Camille and Claude for dinner, and a spectacular time was had by all. We were up late. No blogging happened. One of social media’s greatest traits is that it provides users access to a seemingly endless amount of information, which has made it an

I know, another process post (thank you for being so patient, especially non-writers!), but the most exciting thing happened today: I got the shape of the book! As in, I know all the rest of the things that have to happen to the three main characters, all the way to the end. I know what’s

I finished chapter-14-which-was-chapters-15-and-17 in Hobgoblin today, in a kind of surprising way: I had in mind a particular thing, and kept trying to lead towards it, and kept not getting there, and not getting there, and fussing around…then (of course) I realized that “there” wasn’t where it was going, it was going THERE instead…and the

H. and I went hiking today, to Ramona Falls, an eight-mile hike, and it was lovely, and I am tired now! Even so, I did a bit of work on Hobgoblin when I got home, but not much. At least I got past yesterday’s stuck-point (and found today’s soon after). I hope everyone had a

I finally got smart and went out to do yard work earlier in the day, before it got so beastly hot; my usual rhythm has been to garden in the late afternoon, but that hasn’t been working so well lately, so gardening hasn’t been getting done (besides watering). So today I made up for all

Oh gosh it’s hot here.

I liked a lot of things about WorldCon–interesting panels, fun parties, great conversations–but one thing that has stuck with me is more intangible. This was my first major con where I felt like I was there as me, myself. The writer Shannon Page. Not, me as companion-of-someone-more-famous. (Or, ex-of.) It probably didn’t hurt that I

Turns out I wasn’t just Entirely Exhausted last night; I’d been poisoned by being sold decaf instead of regular coffee. My head started hurting mid-afternoon; by the evening it was really hurting, and not responding to Advil; I went to bed early(ish) and tried to read, but my eyes ached, so I just went to

I was going to write a deep and thoughtful post tonight but I am just Entirely Exhausted. At least I am home safely and had no adventures on the road. Yay! Goodnight, internet, see you tomorrow.