Moonless
August 19
Happy Monday! It's been a pleasant few days since last I wrote. I've gotten two rejections, alas, a nice 10-month one from Black Gate and a 3 1/2-month form from Imaginings. Should send some stories out soon... I wrote a 600 word review of The Darkest Part of the Woods on Saturday, and did 1200 words on Rangergirl the same day, and that was it for weekend productivity. Sunday Heather and I went into the city to see my dear friend (and old English prof) Sharon, who just got married, and her husband. They're honeymooning up and down California. We hung out in City Lights for a while (I bought Daphne Gottlieb's Pelt and Ellen Bass's new book, Mules of Love, which is knock-me-down astonishing). We had lunch at the Stinking Rose, and then wandered Chinatown for a while. The first scene of my frog novel takes place outside City Lights, so near to Chinatown, with the TransAmerican pyramid looming nearby... I find it a powerful place. We parted ways after a little Chinatown-wandering; they wanted to go see the Golden Gate Bridge. Heather and I shopped a bit. She bought me a small frog statuette, and we bought some bowls, and looked at jewelry, and had a generally good time. Then we got sick of the city and ran home for TV, video games, and frolicking. Holly made a pretty yummy pasta dish, and we had tomatoes from the garden sprinkled with feta cheese and basil. So good. Life hardly gets better than that, you know? Oh, and at some point on Sunday I finished up the contents of my first issue of Star*Line and sent it off... should be available sometime in late September/early October. I'll provide details when I know them, but I don't have anything to do with the production end, so I don't know when that'll be.
It was cold as the outer steppes of blue hell today, and uniformly gray from the time I woke up until the sun, such as it was, went down. No fun at all, and I felt ridiculously sluggish and worn-out. Of course, I'm reading a book about parasites, so I was half-convinced that I'd somehow picked up sleeping sickness... But after work I bought sammitches, and volumes 5 & 6 of the collected Transmetropolitan (which has now ended it's run, alas; I have to wait for the remaining issues to be collected...) and went to the bookstore on Piedmont, mostly to kill time, but someone had sold them a bunch of Discworld books, and since Heather and I are collecting those now, I bought about five of them, and got Michael Chabon's first novel for good measure. Thus laden, I returned home. Heather arrived, and we had dinner, and snuggled on the couch, and I read her Ellen Bass poems, and we sat companionably and read, and it was nice, really, warm and good. I think I'll have some tea, read a bit, and go to bed. Mmm. La.
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