Horrors! Apocalypse! Woe!

Well, actually, no, things are better now. Monday was rough, as I worked an 11 hour day. Happy holidays! But that long day paid off, since we finished work on the January issue at a reasonable hour today, and I didn't have to work late again. Still, the past two days, I've thought of almost nothing but work, and I'm glad that intensive period is past, now. Until next month, anyway.

Sunday was pleasant. Heather and I got lunch at the Blackberry Bistro, sitting outside under the heaters, drinking tea, talking about writing. We've been talking a lot about writing lately, to both our benefits, I think. Then we went to Holly's house for Aleister's birthday party (he's 2). We gave him a wooden train, which he happily deconstructed. Good times.

I've been listening to Jolie Holland. Lovely stuff. And we've been watching the first season of Carnivale, also good.

I sold a few poems to Jabberwocky, the new magazine edited by Sean Wallace. "Intermittence", "Diminishing", and "Other Altars of the Heart" will appear (in some combination) in the first two or three issues. None of them are speculative. They're love poems, sort of. About romantic relationships, anyway. Probably among the best eight or ten poems I've ever written, too, so I'm happy they're seeing print. The first issue of Jabberwocky should be out in July '05.

I hope you all had a pleasant solstice. Welcome to winter. The only way out is through.