If dust could only talk, what would we hear it say

Just a note to say that I am pathetically behind on LJ after Fourth Street and a trip to Duluth and environs, and am being stymied in my attempts to catch up by the curious fact that, once I let Opera update itself, the Post Comment button wouldn't reliably work for me on other people's journals. The Add button for putting people on one's friends list also won't work. Oh, yeah, and the Post button for entries, already defunct, still won't work either, so I'm going to have to dig up Firefox to post this, but I don't really like it for everyday use.

I have ten thousand things to do, things that have been piling up ever since I cracked my rib at the beginning of Minicon. So maybe I'll try catching up silently. Anyway, I'm not ignoring anybody, but I am both behind and impeded by the vagaries of software.

Oh, anghara -- if you want to try Dee Morrison Meaney's works, I think I started with Iseult, which I think is a standalone. There's also a trilogy that begins with Death of the Raven. I think I also said, in the comment that I couldn't post, that probably the only reason I had heard of her is that we shared both an agent and a publisher when I was first getting started.


Pamela