I was going to write another long entry on gay marriage, but I'm not sure I'm up for it. I went to see a couple of gay marriages on Tuesday morning before work, and if I'd only been a bit braver I could've been an official witness to the second one. They were sweet, loving and I cried, but I also felt a bit strange, being there. I went to be a part of history, and I do feel like I accomplished that (especially since people kept turning their cameras on me), but I also felt like I was invading a private moment, just a bit. I think I should've gone on Monday (I was sick) when the air of festivity was still thick. By Tuesday they were doing them one or two at a time, and it was quieter. I wish I could've gone with a couple that I knew personally, but no one I know is jumping into it that fast (or if they did, I found out about it after the fact, as is the case with Heathen and Cole).

I did have one "Tell the grandkids" moment when I asked the Indian guy at the coffee shop how far it was to City Hall. His face lit up and he grinned at me knowingly as he said, "Are you getting married?" It was really cool to be asked that, even though I had to tell him I wasn't. Somehow, that made me feel more included in history than standing on tiptoe to see a wedding through a mass of cameras and boom mikes. Although hearing them pronounce the couples "Spouses for life" sent good chills down my spine.

Heh. Not only am I rambling on about gay marriage anyway, I'm doing it only semi-coherently. Ok. Onwards.

Had a lovely weekend. Valentines day is mostly unprintable outside an erotica anthology, but I think I can say with some confidence that it was probably the best shag of my life. I'd given Tim his Valentine's day present early, when his hard drive crashed, and he gave me a stuffed rhinocerous (I named him Rondeau, after a character in Tim's latest novel) because he said he was "horny for me". Heh. We're very silly sometimes.

Sunday I went for brunch with Aleister and Holly. I put Aleister first because he was the one taking up most of everyone's attention. My god. It's making me rethink kids, because, as much as I love my nephew, I can't imagine having to deal with a fourteen month old all the time. I was exhausted after being patient for three hours! It didn't help that the cafe took almost TWO HOURS to serve us our eggs, but even before that it was difficult. I do love my nephew, don't get me wrong, but I am not sure I could maintain that level of patience for much longer.

Although, as my aunt always told me, it's different when they're your own. I'm not giving up on wanting kids, just wishing I had another two decades to ready myself for the challenge. Sigh.

In writing news, I finished the pyro story last Thursday, typed it in Saturday, had Tim read it Sunday and revised it based on his feedback on Monday. Go me! This morning in the shower I thought of a way to make the relationships more profound, so I'll probably revise it again soon. This makes three finished stories in need of revision: Pyromania, Gaia and Skatebirding. One of these will most likely go with me to Hidden City workshop at the end of March, but I'd like to get the other two up and running and at good markets before then. I may be asking for some feedback from readers soon, just to get more opinions than just Tim's (good though his are, it's always good to check with people you aren't sleeping with methinks).

Next on the agenda is to finish the Elements story and outline the collab with Jenn (I feel like I'm teasing her to mention it, 'cause it keeps getting put off, but I want to assure her I am still going to work on it).

Hee!

Possibly more later. Ciao!