The Tim & Meg Show

March 15

I got the nicest, most articulate fan letter from a guy in Australia today. He read "The Fallen" in December, and since then he's read all my stories online, devoured my journal archives, and he reads the journal every day. Basically he told me that my words have improved his life.

Man. I'm just glowing and buzzing from that. I mean, my words made his life better! That's the best! That's the bit of sorcery I'm always trying to accomplish!

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I'm in a fabulous mood this morning-- it's just been a good day (except for the bagel place giving me tomato-herb cream cheese when I asked for honey butter). Work is diverse and interesting, I'm super-excited about starting Rangergirl next week, I'm planning strategies to crush Meg at Scrabble this afternoon, we're having stir-fry for dinner tonight and sushi tomorrow, we should have lots of fun this weekend when we visit Berkeley and the City... all 'round wonderfulness.

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Go read the new ish of Speculon. Good stuff there, including a story by fellow Clarionite Toby Buckell. Nothing by me, though-- not until the May issue. Then you'll get to read my story "Dr. Nefarious and the Lazarus Project," which is one of my very favorites.

You don't need to mark your calendars just yet. I'll mention it again.

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Me and Meg ran some errands yesterday afternoon (primarily getting my oil changed). Due to some confusion over who had the housekeys, me and Meg got home to find ourselves locked out of the house.

We're like a living sitcom, sometimes.

My housemates are almost never home, so they weren't going to come rescue us any time soon. I clambered over the fence to see if the back door was unlocked, knowing it wasn't-- it never is.

It wasn't unlocked. It never is.

I tried to clamber back over the fence. I couldn't. It's an 8-foot privacy fence. Wooden boards. There were steps to stand on on the other side, but there was no way I could clamber over from inside. Fortunately we share a back garden with a bunch of other houses, so I went out one of their gates, and walked around the block to the front of the house, rather surprising Meg in the process.

She remembered that she'd left my bedroom window unlocked. So we went down the muddy alley next to the burned-out wreck of a house next door. I popped out the screen with minimal difficulty. The window sill is about six feet off the ground. Fortunately Meg is smallish, so I hoisted her up and through the window, and she let me in the front door.

Actually, the whole process was sort of fun.

But today we'll be much more careful regarding who has the keys.