Surfacing briefly
Jul. 27th, 2006 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanI'm coming up from the book because I have to name about five people, which means deciding where they are from and what the naming conventions there are. That sentence seems to imply that I am doing nothing except writing, which is not true. However, the book is taking up a great deal of mental space right now, making me absent-minded and somewhat reclusive. In addition, Eric is here. First he was right here, visiting in the house, which was very pleasant; now he's house-sitting for friends not very far away, which is also very pleasant. We are a little thwarted in our usual activities, since it is far too hot to be hiking around all day long, but we've managed a half-day hike, fleeing for air conditioning when the heat got bad, and are planning to do that again.
I updated my website a while ago, since I had previously failed to note thereon the publication of the short story "Cousins," in Sharyn November's Firebirds Rising. This is the first piece of fiction that I have completed, let alone published, since, appallingly, 1998, so it deserves a mention. There ae a lot of really fine stories in the book; you would have a grand experience reading it even if you hated my story, which a reviewer or two already has.
The weather is hideous. The tomatoes are happy, and indeed bent on world conquest. I've had to add auxiliary stakes and tie them to the original tomato cages with leftover rose ties, or the side yard would be one pulsating mass of tomatoes. Even they are feeling the effects of the crazy mix of heat, dryness, humidity, and occasional downpours, though: the green tomatoes have those dark seams that mean "uneven watering." Well, yeah. This is the real world, silly garden writers.
The lawn has gone to plaintain and ragweed; oddly and sadly, not to dandelions. The phlox is blooming bravely, though.
A lot of my friendslist is having horrible depressive episodes or scary family health problems. "pets helplessly in several directions*
P.
I updated my website a while ago, since I had previously failed to note thereon the publication of the short story "Cousins," in Sharyn November's Firebirds Rising. This is the first piece of fiction that I have completed, let alone published, since, appallingly, 1998, so it deserves a mention. There ae a lot of really fine stories in the book; you would have a grand experience reading it even if you hated my story, which a reviewer or two already has.
The weather is hideous. The tomatoes are happy, and indeed bent on world conquest. I've had to add auxiliary stakes and tie them to the original tomato cages with leftover rose ties, or the side yard would be one pulsating mass of tomatoes. Even they are feeling the effects of the crazy mix of heat, dryness, humidity, and occasional downpours, though: the green tomatoes have those dark seams that mean "uneven watering." Well, yeah. This is the real world, silly garden writers.
The lawn has gone to plaintain and ragweed; oddly and sadly, not to dandelions. The phlox is blooming bravely, though.
A lot of my friendslist is having horrible depressive episodes or scary family health problems. "pets helplessly in several directions*
P.
