Best laid plans… I didn’t realize that by the time I stumbled downstairs this morning, the kitchen would have been torn apart (no way to make tea or obtain food) and the water would have been shut off (no way to wash one’s face). Eventually Ken went out and obtained food and caffeine for us. I’m still awfully grimy, though (in truth, I probably need a full shower), so I’m not at B&N. Yet. Don’t know if I’ll get there today.

I have, however, sent out 5 stories and followed up on several more and updated my submissions database.

Now, a quick review of the novel pitches, and I call the editor…

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Deep breath. Deep, calming breath…

No, I didn’t win the contest, although the editor was clear that that didn’t mean much overall. Although my writing is excellent, I picked the wrong scene—and the whole point of the contest was the scene itself.

That said, she would like to see the whole novella, and anything else I want to send her. (I didn’t get to pitch anything else, but I didn’t expect to; I just wanted to be prepared.) She told me to take my time, and what to put on the envelope so things don’t get lost in the slush pile.

I have made Editor Contact.

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I’m always amazed when I get up early, and get a ton of stuff done, and it’s only mid-afternoon…

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Wow. What a great day!

I was soooo tired this afternoon, I thought I was going to fall asleep sitting up. Out of desperate hunger, I ordered pizza, and it took an hour and fifteen minutes to arrive (they’d said forty-five). I got $7 off the cost, though. Pizza, however, makes me sleepy, and combined with the early morning wakefulness…not pretty. But I soldiered on, and we rode with Morgana and Brian to the Shire meeting, where I did manage to wake up. We all watched a video of the demo we did last month, which was very silly.

Anyway. We got back to M&B’s and Brian hauled out his Magic: The Gathering cards. Last week or so I’d e-mailed him for some info, because of the novel proposal I want to write for them (there’s an open call for submissions right now). I know _nothing_ about the game.

Or, I _knew_ nothing. I now have a pretty nifty plot idea, and enough info to know where to look for more info (if that makes sense). Brian’s more than willing to read the proposal and help with details. I came home buzzing, but it’s late, so Ken and I watched “The West Wing” and will soon be off to bed. I hope to go to B&N tomorrow morning to do a little more research.

Oh, and the new kitchen/bathroom/utility floor looks utterly fantastic. The rooms look entirely different now.

Grimoire was confused, though. He saw me in there, walked up to the edge, and tested the linoleum with one paw. Then he looked at me for confirmation that everything was okay. I don’t know whether he thought he’d get in trouble (because he and Eostre hadn’t been allowed in that part of the house for most of the day), or that he thought it might not be safe, or what. It was hilarious.

And with that image, I bid you good night.