You should run, but it won't do any good

A glance around the internet today tells me that I ought to make some kind of disclaimer - maybe write it into my bio page: "Not that C. Priest." Might discourage the sort of highly amusing messages I've been getting. Ahem.

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Here's recent progress on my comic/sci-fi young adult project where a girl becomes a ninja and fights aliens with much ass-kicking and many LOLs but not a whole lot of kissing (or any kissing, to be frank) plus BONUS Bruce Lee's ghost, a vintage Thunderbird, zenlightenment on the fly, and fat stacks of Cool Ranch Doritos.
Project: Ninja Planet
Deadline: Sooner or Later
New words written: 1467 (still crappy.)
Present total word count: 29,922 words





Things accomplished in fiction: Got the scoop on what the aliens are up to - or at least got all the puzzle pieces, and we conveniently have a genius to put them together for us. If he can be bothered. Because he's still kind of pissed about all the anal probe jokes.

Things accomplished in real life: Went to Walgreens; went to post office; went to eye doctor and ordered enough contacts to last me another year or two, hooray.

Other: I'm calling it an early day on the writing front because I have some important emails to tackle, and I'm meeting some friends for happy hour at six. (At a bar we haven't tried yet, so it's an adventure!) Therefore, I post my metrics, wrestle the inbox down to zero, and go do my hair -- which is an utter waste of effort, given the weather.

Revenge of Other: Tomorrow is Emerald City Comic Con. I'm not participating, but I'll be there roaming the convention floor and lusting over nerd toys. I have a lot of friends in town for this thing, and will be doing the social butterfly thing for the next few days. Might be scarce online, that's all I'm sayin'.