Awesome (someone else's) and other stuff (mine)

 

Last night's concert was awesome.  AWWWWESOME.  So frelling awesome, in fact, that I came home with a buzz on the size of Nebraska and didn't even try to go to bed till . . . um.  Well.  Late.*  And it took me a while after that to turn the light off.** 

            And then the meter man woke me up four hours later to read the frelling meters.  I got to stumble out into the greenhouse in my dressing-gown and move hundreds of empty plant pots so he could get at the frelling meter to read. 

            So thank the gods someone else posted one of my PEGASUS PUBLICATION CELEBRATION YAAAY guest blogs tonight so I don't have to write anything for here***:    http://www.booklovercarol.com/2010/11/guest-blog-robin-mckinley-on-world.html

            And my publisher is giving away a PEGASUS-plus prize pack or two here: http://destination-elsewhere.ning.com/forum/topics/pegasus-release-day-contest 

So please wander over and enter.   

            I'm also in the YA category for RT's 2010 Career Achievement Award, which is both a big wow and also a, you mean I'm that old?  Snork.  http://www.rtbookreviews.com/rt-awards/nominees-and-winners?award_type=author&year=2010

            Please note I tweeted all of these earlier, so if you're tweetaholics this is all old news.  But the RT link kept jumping around and dumping me in previous years, so be sure you're looking at 2010 if you click through.  I did discover this way however that I've been on the life-achievement award nominees list before . . . I've been old for a very long time. 

            Plus another amazing PEGASUS and cake party update from Black Bear—keep scrolling. 

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* It's taken me exactly two days not only to eat that extra hour we were given back Saturday night, but to approach dangerous new levels of sleep avoidance.  And this is the wrong time of year to get careless about mornings.  

** Fiona, who also had a buzz problem but needed to get up for work early this morning, asked me how late I went to sleep last night.  I told her.  ROBIN!!!!!!!!! she said.  And I thought I was bad!

            You are bad.  I'm just worse. 

*** Which is not to say I'm not writing something for somewhere.   I've just written a piece for . . . oh, well, maybe I shouldn't tell you.  Netiquette is still a semi-closed book to me.  But it'll be out next week.  And then I have another piece that I'd better get started on tonight before my nerve fails.  PEG II is beginning to look easy in comparison to all this how I write/how I wrote PEGASUS stuff I've been producing (on request) for PEG's pub day and general rejoicing I mean marketing—writing about writing is THE WORST.  It's lovely to be wanted, and it's lovely to have all the fuss for PEGASUS, and I'm very grateful, but . . . I have no idea!  Stop trying to make me reveal the basic truth that I have no idea!   Sigh. . . .