Robin in Wonderland

July 10

Gah. It's midnight already (but I'll still call it Thursday, since I haven't been to bed yet). Just wanted to update briefly.

First, my story "Robin of Wonderland Wood" (or, "Fun with the Public Domain") is up at Ideomancer, where I'm going to be the featured author for the next few months. You get "Robin" this month, to be followed by a couple of reprinted stories that have never before appeared online.

The Urban Bizarre, edited by Nick Mamatas and formerly to be published by the somewhat-disintegrating Eraserhead Press, is now being published by Prime instead! Whoo! So there will be a hardcover and a trade paperback, now, and it should actually look good and maybe even get reviewed and so forth! This is a good development. Heather and I have a collab therein, "Blue Chuck Does Thrilltown" -- it's actually the first story we ever wrote together. It's very urban and very bizarre. The antho should be out in October (which is, lest we forget, Tim Pratt Month. Thus I reveal my tendency to make everything be about me).

Otherwise... well, I actually wrote a few days ago, about 500 words on the Frog novel. It was all still there, like I'd worked on it just the day before -- that was nice, since I'd worried that the book would go cold on me. I've been revising Rangergirl, too, and have reached the point where I need to write new scenes, which simply isn't likely to happen anytime soon, with the chaos of moving. I need to finish writing the Afterword for my collection. I still need to revise my Exquisite Corpuscle poem a bit. Then there's the next issue of Star*Line, which I really should be putting together right now... Too much. And I've been invited to dinner by two separate people for the weekend -- both invitations I'd love to accept -- but we're going to do a lot of heavy-duty packing this weekend, since we're expecting to get the lease signed and get keys for the new place next week. We are taking time to go to a birthday party on Sunday, because it can't be all work, or we'll go insane.

Moving has taken over. Every night, we pack. And the landlady asked us if she could start showing the place to prospective tenants right away, and we warned her that the house would be a wreck, and she didn't seem to care, so. Someone is supposedly coming over tomorrow night, and she's having people over to look at it for an hour on Saturday. We'll be hanging around making sure no one absconds with our valuables. Strangers in our house. Bleah.

Heather has been having problems with the server her journal lives on (they went and changed things on her, so she can't update the way she used to), which is why she hasn't updated. She's doing pretty well, though she felt sick tonight, and I went to buy her ginger ale for her tummy. Still no word from the G**; she's going to call and check with the agency sometime soon, because even if they don't want her, it's better to know. She's excited about getting kittens, and stressed about the move. She'll try to post an entry sometime soon.

Words written since February 1, 2003: 73,100

Words written since last entry:
500

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