writing: stories mailed

[Warning: The first part of this entry is kinda gross.]

Poor Grimoire. Not only did he have to suffer the indignities of having his temp taken and pee forced out of him at the vet’s, but on the way home, he peed all over his carrier, and thus all over himself. He’s now relegated to the guest bathroom, and is very unhappy. And he shook himself, so now all of my clothes are in the wash.

I got up too early for this, I might add. Although I acknowledge he’s having a worse day so far.

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Mom and I postponed our lunch until Monday (she’s installing a new water heater), so I’m just sittin’ here in my underwear. Eventually I’ll get dressed again. The problem with working at home, in a relatively warm area, is that the incentive to get dressed can be very small, especially on days like this when I don’t have anywhere to be.

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I just got, um, 7 or 8 stories in the mail, after several hours’ work on my submissions file. I still have about the same number left to go, although most of them are erotica or romance, and may not have a market just yet. I also have to follow up or pull about the same number that have been languishing at various magazines.

But, it was serious progress.

I haven’t written or edited yet, but I don’t care. I’m going to take a nice, long, hot, bubbly bath in the jacuzzi tub. I deserve it!

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I had a lovely soak, then lounged on the sofa and watched an episode of “West Wing” and one of “Mad About You”, and ate popcorn and read for a bit. Eostre came over for some scritchies, then curled up on the loveseat. Grimoire sprawled on my lap. Then, to my surprise, Charlie came along the arm of the sofa behind me, crawled down, sniffed Grimoire, made a faint unhappy noise, then settled down next to me with her head on my thigh, inches from Grimoire’s back. I wish somebody had been here with a camera!

Then I came back into the study and found an e-mail from Ken. It’s Saturday in Korea. He can’t get the hotel phone to dial out. He’s stuck there with bad TV (and you’ve all read about that!) and the Internet and not much else. So we figured out how to use iChat. (Note: Please do not try to contact me this way. I hate the idea of being interrupted. For Ken and I, this was basically a phone call without sound. If I want you to contact me via IM at a particular time, I’ll let you know. Thanks!) So we chatted, and Cat came home, and I carried on two conversations simultaneously. (Her band’s second CD will be available in a few weeks! Yay!) Then Meg called, and I couldn’t carry on three conversations. Ken left to find lunch, Cat went to watch TV, and I talked to Meg until my phone’s handset lost its charge. (I’d had it with me whilst in the tub and living room, but still.)

I’m not going to get any copy editing done tonight. Just ain’t gonna happen.

Tomorrow is Festival of the Rose, and it’s local, so I’m going. I’ll warp my loom and Cat’s with award cords to weave, and maybe work Gate for a bit. I may not stay all day. In the evening, I’m going to my friend Tani’s birthday party (hi, Tani!). Maren’s supposed to go with me, but she e-mailed me tonight that she’s not feeling well, so she may stay home to recover. Phooh.

Ken did call (from the fab), so that’s cool. We talked until the phone died again, and then he called my cell. He’s going to do a bit of work on the machines and then go back to the hotel.

Me, I’m going to bed soon. Me and the new Kris Nelscott book, and at least two cats.