A Profusion of Mouths
August 12
My flytrap, with its glorious profusion of gaping mouths, was doing badly last week; a couple of its mouths turned black and shriveled up, and it was generally drooping, and the inside of the traps weren't reddish, as they're supposed to be in a healthy flytrap. But it turns out that when they say "keep very wet" they mean very wet; the past few days I've been watering what seems, to me, an excessive amount, and it's thriving again. I guess they are jungle plants... the mouths are getting bigger. May have to get a larger pot soon.
I wonder if I could use a picture of my flytrap in place of an author photo someday?
I got my "Fable from a Cage" galleys today; la! And whoever formatted it did an absolutely obvious thing that I didn't think to do. The story switches periodically between third- and first-person... and they sensibly made the first-person bits italics. It totally makes sense, and makes the story's mechanics much more obvious than my simple scene breaks did. Heather's going to proof it for me this week; I have a hard time seeing mistakes in my own work (well, that's not quite true; I see nothing but mistakes, and want to rewrite everything, and I can't do that, of course).
Gary Connor's journal, Spattered Gray Matter, with Blood and Bone, has moved (quite against Gary's will; his ISP is up to nasty shenanigans). The new URL is: http://home.rica.net/garyconner/blog.htm. Update your links as necessary.
Greg had a good vacation, and my getting-away-from-it-all envy grows. I love the part of the state where Greg was, the beaches along Hwy. 1, the elephant seals, the pure geographical glory that is Big Sur. Mmm. I miss that stuff. I should get down there soon.
I actually got up early this morning, had time for a nice long shower with Heather and a leisurely breakfast. I had a good day at work, though it was stone cold busy -- time flew by. I went to the gym, and did the usual grunting-and-straining, then came home and made dinner for us -- salmon with soy-wasabi sauce. Mmm. And some pretty decent chardonnay to go with the meal, and ice cream for dessert, and Diablo II for fun afterward. I'm reading Pyramids (the Discworld binge continues!), which is one of my favorites. And all's well. All's well.
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