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Exactly as I like
Jan. 18th, 2003 02:13 pmThat's what I get to do today. Well, within the limits of planning and finances. I have always found, even when I was young and had more energy, that what I liked involved a lot of not moving very fast.
I wrote 130 words yesterday evening, or, technically, I suppose, this morning. Eric called at ten to say he had considered calling me exactly at midnight in order to be the first local person to wish me a happy day, but he was afraid he would need to go to bed earlier than that. We had an excellent conversation. He called back at 12:15, being still up, and one of the things he said was "Good luck with your work." So I figured really I had better do some. I had been resisting this bit of description because it seemed obvious, but I think it will work in context. It's done for the moment, anyway, and I can get on with, well, whatever the characters have in store. At least they are very chatty.
I got several birthday emails, and the editor who is reprinting my first three books called to sing to me. She does that with all her authors. She also had fascinating things to tell me about the cover art, or rather the discussion she had with the art director about it.
I also received a fascinating essay about the trilogy from a friend of some of my friends, and am going to ask the author if I can put the url on my webpage and here. It was rather daunting; the broad outline of what the author sees in those books was absolutely intended, but really I had no idea I had done it all in so much detail. And I never did root out all the stupid gender assumptions. Fie on me. Hindsight is so annoying.
I must scramble to eat something and have some coffee so I can join the Minn-Stf meeting. I have to pack to go meet Eric, too, and make sure I have clean clothing to put on tomorrow before going to my mother's house.
Have reached the end of Season Six of "Buffy" -- urk. Still reading STEALING THE ELF-KING'S ROSES.
Pamela
I wrote 130 words yesterday evening, or, technically, I suppose, this morning. Eric called at ten to say he had considered calling me exactly at midnight in order to be the first local person to wish me a happy day, but he was afraid he would need to go to bed earlier than that. We had an excellent conversation. He called back at 12:15, being still up, and one of the things he said was "Good luck with your work." So I figured really I had better do some. I had been resisting this bit of description because it seemed obvious, but I think it will work in context. It's done for the moment, anyway, and I can get on with, well, whatever the characters have in store. At least they are very chatty.
I got several birthday emails, and the editor who is reprinting my first three books called to sing to me. She does that with all her authors. She also had fascinating things to tell me about the cover art, or rather the discussion she had with the art director about it.
I also received a fascinating essay about the trilogy from a friend of some of my friends, and am going to ask the author if I can put the url on my webpage and here. It was rather daunting; the broad outline of what the author sees in those books was absolutely intended, but really I had no idea I had done it all in so much detail. And I never did root out all the stupid gender assumptions. Fie on me. Hindsight is so annoying.
I must scramble to eat something and have some coffee so I can join the Minn-Stf meeting. I have to pack to go meet Eric, too, and make sure I have clean clothing to put on tomorrow before going to my mother's house.
Have reached the end of Season Six of "Buffy" -- urk. Still reading STEALING THE ELF-KING'S ROSES.
Pamela
