I feel like I'm turning into one of those characters ...

I feel like I'm turning into one of those characters in a Regency novel who's always so paranoid about coming down with "an inflammation of the lungs" that they demand all the windows be closed and whine for people to bring them mustard foot-baths and blancmanges. I'm here to tell you, once you get chronic bronchitis an "inflammation of the lungs" can be touched off very quickly, and I really, REALLY don't want to end up teaching my Spring Semester classes with walking pneumonia like I did last year. Antibiotics has cleared up the cold, but I'm still twitchy - and very, very tired.

On other fronts, work on the vampire book is proceeding well, and they tell me I should be getting page-proofs of Drinking Gourd (Ben January # 16!) this week. I finished the Dr. Who paintings I was doing for Gallifrey (paintings NFS, but selling prints) (which is okay, they tell me, at the con, but the BBC licensing department would come down on me like a ton of bricks if I started hawking them on-line); also finished a set of Time Lord robes to wear to the con itself (including that frakking collar). I'll try to get pictures of that to post. I've returned to my usual practice paintings, of sloppy covers for romances that never existed, and blood-and-thunder posters of movies that never were made. One of my teachers is instructing me in how to do model-shoots: opening new doors.

I'll also be appearing (NOT in Time Lord robes) at the Paperback Book Collectors show in Glendale on April 3, at the Glendale Civic Auditorium (a VERY nice venue where I used to dance at bellydance festivals). I'll be signing 10-11.

Now it's time for me to go make a mustard foot-bath.