pameladean

Yesterday evening David drove me to Office Max for packing tape, to Baja Sol for dinner, and then at last to the airport post office, where we had a nice 21st-century moment when I realized that I had not brought a telephone number for the recipient of my manuscript, and asked David, who has the internet on his phone, to please look it up.

Volume 2 is out of the house, shortly to join Volume 1 at Puffin Books.

I'll have editorial letter soon enough, and a copy-edited manuscript (bleah!) soon enough after that, but for the moment I am taking matters very easy. I am hopelessly behind on LJ and may or may not systematically catch up.

My first act as a free person, other than laundry and reading whatever I like for as long as I like, will be to visit the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden with Eric.

I will try to post something of substance soon. In the meantime, if you recently suggested to me a bit of verse for a location spell, or, quite some time ago now, emailed me with remarks about being a teenager in the 1980's, I would be much obliged if you were to email me again, saying whether you want to be in the Acknowledgements of the book, and, if so, whether I should use your LJ handle, your real name (please provide that, if I might not know it), or some other appellation.

Pamela