Yesterday continued apace. Headache returned as I left for the Council meeting. Headache continued through meeting, dinner afterwards, on ride home, while I checked e-mail, while I read for a bit, and through most of the night. I’m still a bit groggy today, and I can feel my sinuses, but no real pain right now. Cross your fingers for me.

Detailed rejection from Paradox for “A Father’s Blessing”. It came close, he praised my writing, and he wants to see more. I think I forgot to mention a rejection from one of the Best Of’s for “Artistic License”; she didn’t like the fantasy element and would have preferred it removed. Which would have made an entirely different story, and not one I necessarily wanted to write. So there you go. And, awhile back, a groveling rejection from Leather, Lace & Lust, promising to invite me to submit to other anthos because they loved my writing, even though they didn’t buy this story.

Oh boy, I’m embarassed now. I sat down to send out the three or four stories that have come back recently, and discovered there were ten. Ten! Well, two were at a magazine that folded, but still. I’ve _never_ been this bad before! So I updated the guidelines notebook, and decided where they’ll all go, but then Ken came home and took over half of the study again, so I didn’t get any actually sent. I’ll do that on Monday.

I finished all the beading on my silk tunic at Council last night, and finished sewing the whole thing today. I also hemmed a sheer silk veil. I was aching for some sheer silk with which to make a veil for the outfit, and then I found some! I vaguely remember buying it in Birmingham, of all places. I think it was for my German. No matter. I also finally found my white raw silk undertunic, so now I’m all set. The overtunic looks fantastic, I might add. Rock on.

Ken replaced the windshield on the bike tonight (after finishing a nifty new pair of hose, complete with functional codpiece [my favourite kind…]). He’d bought, for a song, a funky one that everyone said reduced wind and was much better for the passenger. Well, it was worse for me, and the weird curves in it gave Ken a headache. I wonder if I’m taller than the average passenger? (Ken used to have to make the footpegs higher for his ex, just to give you an example of the opposite situation.)

‘Way back when Ken and I got together, I wrote a newsletter to everyone updating them on my life, because I hadn’t written a holiday newsletter the previous year, given that my life had been so weird at the time. I introduced Ken by saying something about how he doesn’t just wear Italian Ren clothes, he makes them, and he doesn’t just ride motorcycles, he builds them. I thought of that tonight, after he both sewed and engineered. We’ve been together seven years now. Yet, in some ways, it feels like a heartbeat. A dreamlike heartbeat.

I’ll warn ya’ll now that there won’t be a journal entry tomorrow. We’re off to Crown Tourney, and then up to Darach to spent the night with Morgana and Brian. Sunday, Ken will go off to the intermediate rapier practise with Brian, and Morgana and I will drink tea and talk of wondrous and magickal things, including the outfits we want to make for the Labyrinth of Jareth in July. http://www.labyrinthmasquerade.com/ (We’ll go provided Ken has a job by then…unless we’re in another state…). I’m definitely in need of wondrous and magickal things right now.