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Because if steampunk isn't fun, you're doing it wrong.

That's my motto, anyway.

March 13, 2010

Today I went to Emerald City Comic Con and wandered around with Caitlin and Aric, playing ECCC bingo and nabbing friends here and there for drive-by greetings. You can catch up with the pictures and accompanying hootnanny over on my twitter feed, for the pics and whatnot ended up over there. This will probably continue to be the case until I have a bigger keyboard on my phone for off-site posting convenience. Yes, well. Such is life.

Tomorrow we shall return once more, likely joined by

March 11, 2010

Because people often ask me questions about my "writing process" and whatnot, well, here you go. You know those word metrics I've been posting for that new project? Forget them. I've just trashed those 2500 words. They weren't going anywhere; they didn't convey the right feel; they were just not what I wanted. So I'm starting over.

Contrary to the (kind of hilarious and sometimes downright insulting) backlash over on Twitter, this is not a big deal. There's nothing tragic or lamentable...

March 10, 2010

Not much to report on this uncommonly glamorous Wednesday evening*, except that lunch with Caitlin did occur earlier today, as well as a modicum of thrifting that resulted in a cute new summer skirt on the cheapy-cheap.

And oh yes, this: After chatting with the very kind folks at VCon, I have gratefully accepted their invitation to be author guest of honor at their convention in October! Vancouver's VCon will be my second convention in British Columbia this year (thank heavens I got that...

March 9, 2010

Amelie is hanging in there. She's keeping down most of her feedings; she's becoming a little more active; and yesterday's bloodwork — though not improved — was not worse, so hey. We'll take it. Thanks so much to everyone who helped out by throwing money in the tip jar. It added up, and it helped tremendously.

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Links! Just a couple: Locus Awards ballot - Now with Boneshaker making an appearance, in addition to many, many other fine titles accompanied by ticky-boxes for your...

Adventures with Amelie

A large chunk of my afternoon was spent over at Ellen's place, swinging by to take care of her cat, Amelie. I mentioned the other day that a friend's feline was having some health problems; well, here's the story on that — the poor kitty has developed feline hepadic lipidosis, and her liver is failing. At least, it was failing. Ellen seems to have caught the problem fairly fast, and there's a healthy (no guarantees, but better than 50/50) chance that Amelie will be okay after a few weeks...

Sunday afternoon wrap-up

Things are more or less back to normal over here, in the wake of the weekend's laptop 'asplodey. I'm back up to about 98% back-in-business now - largely thanks to my wonderful husband, who did all the repair/restoration work while I hovered behind him, fretting and flapping my hands.

In the end, the carnage wasn't that bad and everything is pretty much okay.

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Tonight I'm trying to write a book report on my own freaking book, as requested by the Nebula folks. I'm not really...

last night

Last night while following up on an illegal torrent for Boneshaker,* I clicked what looked like a legitimate link in gmail and ended up completely killing my laptop. The link was a switch; malware invaded; and in the end, the only thing we could do was a complete reinstall of the whole damn system.

I lost … well … some stuff. Images, links, downloads. About four years of them - also a little music, but not very much, as it turns out. And because I am a neurotic backing-up fiend, I didn't...

drive-by update

It's been a busy couple of days, in good and bad ways. I've done a lot of that catching up to which I keep referring, and I started a new day-job project; but much of this morning went to helping a friend with a cat emergency, the nature of which I won't go into at this time. Suffice it to say, I hope the four-footed girlie in question recovers fully, and goes on to live out her days in the splendor and comfort to which she's become accustomed. And if you have any spare prayers, fond...

triumphant returns

Got back into town last night, after spending the afternoon hanging in the Clallam County's historical archives with half a dozen library ladies in an out-building behind a haunted old school. Which was yes, exactly as awesome as it sounds. Kat scooped lots of research for her next book, and I mostly hung around and listened to the charming archivists tell the best stories they knew about the weirdest shit that had gone down in their jurisdiction over the last hundred and thirty years.

Followi...