And so the Shortest Day came and the year died

Had a most excellent weekend, chock full of cookies at Ellen's place – and a jaunt to a movie theater (for what felt like the first time in ages) to go see Tangled. Great cinema? No. But perfectly adorable, and, well, pretty much exactly what you'd expect … though as my husband pointed out, once you relocate that fairy-tale lingo to modern idiom, all the dainty subtext leaps right out at you with a sledgehammer.

Yeah. It's funny 'cause it's true.

Otherwise, the weekend went like most of my other weekends have gone lately, which is to say that I spent most of it working – when I wasn't wrestling to hold 3D glasses over my regular glasses and/or manipulating buttercream frosting in semi-obscene patterns on gingerbread people. Ahem.

Hmm. What else to mention? Oh yes – I've had people sending me links to this UNSHELVED piece regarding Clementine, and that's great! I'm glad they enjoyed it – though I'm sorry that the book is longer available (for all practical points and purposes). This review has spawned a new smattering of Clementine-related questions via email and Twitter, so I'll just link this FAQ right here one more time to be on the safe side.

Anyway, that's all I can think of for this-here Monday posting, so I'll log off now and get productive, because I hope to get these Ganymede rewrites in before Christmas. There's no guarantee, but hey – there's no hope in hell if I don't sit my ass down and stay glued to the keyboard.

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