Today felt kind of strange. I got all the stories critiqued, and wrote a thousand words for "King of the Traffic Lights," but it felt like I hadn't actually done anything. Maybe it's because I didn't go out at all, to Grand River or the mall or anything. It felt like a lazy kind of Sunday. I took a nap for a bit, and got down to the caf every once in a while to eat. I determined that, depite my best attempts, "King of the Traffic Lights" just won't be written here in time to be critiqued. So instead I'm going to work on a really rough version of "Snake Charm," which I brought with me as a story idea. The basic idea is there, but I need to tweak it a bit before putting it in the box tomorrow.

We got the pictures back from the photographer who did our photos for Locus at The Archives a couple of weeks ago. And I came to the realization that I was standing on the wrong side of the room in the group photo. It looks like I have helmet hair. Guh. So when you buy your copy of Locus in a few months, please don't laugh too much. On the other hand, the photo where I'm accepting my certificate and shaking hands with Geoff Ryman turned out pretty well. I'll probably get a copy of each.

Janet reminded me today that we only have two days of Clarion critiquing left. Period. I can't believe it's almost over.