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Weekend in a Bottle
Dec. 17th, 2007 01:02 amUpdates:
On Saturday, went to Cobourg with Sandra Kasturi, Sephera Giron, Brett Savory and Diana Barron to do a book signing at a mall-based Chapters run by one of Diana’s friends. We each sold about one book, in most cases to another member of the team; notable passersby included the guy who asked if we were "local" authors, then flounced off after Brett incautiously let slip we were from Toronto, and the woman who weirded Brett out by asking if his book–-In and Down, favorably reviewed in Quill & Quire!—had anything to do with "witchcraft of the occult, because isn’t that what your shirt represents?" (I think he’d sort of forgotten he had left the house wearing a typically black tee whose main design was a massive inverted pentagram made from severed human hands.) Best parts of the day included hanging with people I otherwise don’t see much, and buying four pairs of pants and three bras—both Cotton Ginny and Sears had a buy one, get one for $5.00 or half-price sale going on.
Today, woke up to find the long-threatened snowstorm in full swing, so didn’t go to the gym. Mom came over for breakfast. Made gluten-free pancakes. Then we took Cal to the Eaton’s Centre to exchange one of my Cobourg bras (long story short, it was scratchy), which certainly made up for our earlier lack of exercise. From 5:00 PM on, I also re-read large sections of Anne Rice’s The Witching Hour, which I hadn’t read since I was seventeen or so…mainly the Talamasca files on the history of the Mayfair witches, which I still think represent some of the best non-fiction-style writing I’ve ever come across about entirely fictional people. Thought about The Mercy Seat, and made notes. I’ll put those into effect tomorrow, hopefully.
Oh, and hey: According to Robert Morrish, a copy of Thrillers 2 is on its way to me right this very instant. Only my son’s entire life since I filed it…but Hell, who’s counting?;) I’m pretty sure they now owe me another cheque, too, so that’s exciting, especially in context.
Okay. So now I bid you adieu, for I must eat, and take drugs. Laterz.
On Saturday, went to Cobourg with Sandra Kasturi, Sephera Giron, Brett Savory and Diana Barron to do a book signing at a mall-based Chapters run by one of Diana’s friends. We each sold about one book, in most cases to another member of the team; notable passersby included the guy who asked if we were "local" authors, then flounced off after Brett incautiously let slip we were from Toronto, and the woman who weirded Brett out by asking if his book–-In and Down, favorably reviewed in Quill & Quire!—had anything to do with "witchcraft of the occult, because isn’t that what your shirt represents?" (I think he’d sort of forgotten he had left the house wearing a typically black tee whose main design was a massive inverted pentagram made from severed human hands.) Best parts of the day included hanging with people I otherwise don’t see much, and buying four pairs of pants and three bras—both Cotton Ginny and Sears had a buy one, get one for $5.00 or half-price sale going on.
Today, woke up to find the long-threatened snowstorm in full swing, so didn’t go to the gym. Mom came over for breakfast. Made gluten-free pancakes. Then we took Cal to the Eaton’s Centre to exchange one of my Cobourg bras (long story short, it was scratchy), which certainly made up for our earlier lack of exercise. From 5:00 PM on, I also re-read large sections of Anne Rice’s The Witching Hour, which I hadn’t read since I was seventeen or so…mainly the Talamasca files on the history of the Mayfair witches, which I still think represent some of the best non-fiction-style writing I’ve ever come across about entirely fictional people. Thought about The Mercy Seat, and made notes. I’ll put those into effect tomorrow, hopefully.
Oh, and hey: According to Robert Morrish, a copy of Thrillers 2 is on its way to me right this very instant. Only my son’s entire life since I filed it…but Hell, who’s counting?;) I’m pretty sure they now owe me another cheque, too, so that’s exciting, especially in context.
Okay. So now I bid you adieu, for I must eat, and take drugs. Laterz.
