Why Is It When I Go Offline For A Bit, People Wonder If I Have Died?
So I’ve been offline for about two weeks now. This is due to the fact that I received a “suggestion” from the higher-ups that I delay my two-week vacation to Greece, due to our scheduling problems. Well, I put my vacation on the calendar in January, so I offered my own “suggestion,” that perhaps these were not our problems, but perhaps their problems, which is most certainly not my problem. This has resulted in my working very, very hard.
Life has been frantic-busy lately. Last weekend I was in NYC for a friend-of-Boy’s wedding, which resulted in my walking around Harlem at one in the morning in four-inch stilettos, none of which I recommend. (Maybe that’s a little strong. The stilettos were Guess, and rather comfortable, though they certainly slowed my roll.) All of which was excellent timing on my part due to simultaneous Mad Crazy Head Cold and the incoming Posturemoll visit, wherein she was rolling through San Jose in a janky cab playing eyebrow-raising music, right about when I was walking down 127th. (These scheduling problems totally belonged to me. Couldn’t shirk that one off on someone else, not without lies, trickery, and a Jedi mind trick or two.)
Then there was MUSE on Wednesday. My sixth time seeing them live. Some say I have a problem. I tell them No, Sir, I Have A Solution.
The Mad Tea Party is tomorrow. I have plotted three cupcake varieties. Last night I constructed a hat. Photos to come.
And as for the novel, I’m on draft four of editing. Let me tell you, I love writing, I hate rewriting. And that’s what the last 25% of the book required. But it’s currently a lean mean 80K and likely to stay that way. I do hope there’s a market for science fiction that isn’t about science, with a strong socio-political thread and male main character who likes to swear a lot. (No, a lot.)
