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Aug. 31st, 2006 03:26 amDid some last-minute tooling on The Jacaranda Smile, fixing the one part of it I frankly had my doubts about, mainly because it incorporated information told me in confidence. This brings the word-count back up above 7,000 again, but screw it: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agincourtgirl seems to think it's one of the best things I've done, and so do I. Better yet, it's gotten the stuff it's about--not OUT of me, no, since it will be part of me until I die. But it's finally put it somewhere safe, accessible yet shrink-wrapped, in a sort of mental/emotional storage. That in itself is worth the effort.
Anyway: Heard from Sandra Kasturi about the Loonie Dreadful of Every Angel, which will be available as of Friday; I'll be getting twenty copies via Brett Savory and selling them (oddly enough) for $1.00 each, probably out the back of my ever-present rolling piece of school-days luggage, while at Festival of Fear. I'll also have copies of Kissing Carrion and The Worm in Every Heart, which I'll be selling for a conventions-only rate of $15.00 each.
So c'mon down to the Metro Toronto Convention Centre and look for the tired-looking buxom chick with glasses hanging around the HWA table, talking to Sephera Giron et al. I'm there, I'll be around, but I won't have much idea of my actual schedule until I pick it up on Friday...yes, strange, I know. Still, there you have it.
In other news, Cal somehow managed to A) get hold of (two!) paperclips and B) shove them both into my disk-drive. I got one out, along with the CD that was already in there--the other is lodged there yet, preventing me from putting anything back in. But this ain't a problem I can solve anytime soon.
And how nice was it to seeagincourtgirl slip back into our weekly routine today? Very nice indeed. She's utterly energized and transformed by love...the absolute best side-effect that crazy alchemical process can have. Cal, though toothy, was obviously just as happy to re-greet her. Sometimes I think about how she and my Mom are obviously far more constant presences in his life than I am, and feel a bit sad that that fact doesn't bother me more. But I gotta be me, and I know this much for sure: If I ever had to be at home with him 24/7 again, beautiful little freak that he is, I'd probably end up shooting myself right in the head.;)
And on that note...bed.
agincourtgirl seems to think it's one of the best things I've done, and so do I. Better yet, it's gotten the stuff it's about--not OUT of me, no, since it will be part of me until I die. But it's finally put it somewhere safe, accessible yet shrink-wrapped, in a sort of mental/emotional storage. That in itself is worth the effort.Anyway: Heard from Sandra Kasturi about the Loonie Dreadful of Every Angel, which will be available as of Friday; I'll be getting twenty copies via Brett Savory and selling them (oddly enough) for $1.00 each, probably out the back of my ever-present rolling piece of school-days luggage, while at Festival of Fear. I'll also have copies of Kissing Carrion and The Worm in Every Heart, which I'll be selling for a conventions-only rate of $15.00 each.
So c'mon down to the Metro Toronto Convention Centre and look for the tired-looking buxom chick with glasses hanging around the HWA table, talking to Sephera Giron et al. I'm there, I'll be around, but I won't have much idea of my actual schedule until I pick it up on Friday...yes, strange, I know. Still, there you have it.
In other news, Cal somehow managed to A) get hold of (two!) paperclips and B) shove them both into my disk-drive. I got one out, along with the CD that was already in there--the other is lodged there yet, preventing me from putting anything back in. But this ain't a problem I can solve anytime soon.
And how nice was it to see
agincourtgirl slip back into our weekly routine today? Very nice indeed. She's utterly energized and transformed by love...the absolute best side-effect that crazy alchemical process can have. Cal, though toothy, was obviously just as happy to re-greet her. Sometimes I think about how she and my Mom are obviously far more constant presences in his life than I am, and feel a bit sad that that fact doesn't bother me more. But I gotta be me, and I know this much for sure: If I ever had to be at home with him 24/7 again, beautiful little freak that he is, I'd probably end up shooting myself right in the head.;)And on that note...bed.
