Get out the bubbly, ring the bells, give everyone a day off, give the kids some fireworks! It’s celebration time!
What on earth am I talking about? Well, my writing partner, the Selkie, the fabulous, long-suffering and awesome Mel Sterling, is a finalist in the Harlequin So You Think You Can Write contest! *throws confetti* I have been bugging and bugging and BUGGING her to submit things for a while, dammit! You can read the first few scenes of her utterly fabulous Grand Theft, Auto here.
I am so thrilled I am chair-dancing. I think I punctured her eardrums when I called her to congratulate her. (My dolphin-squeal of joy is, I am sad to say, both legendary and glass-shattering.) Anyway, GO MEL, YOU DESERVE IT, I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!
In other news, I am engaged upon umpty-scrump loads of laundry, since the new washer has arrived and been unceremoniously pressed into service. The delivery truck had barely cleared the driveway (I was their first stop of the day, poor guys) before I was loading it to the gills and muttering be good for Lili now, and wash these, hmmm? in my creepiest quasi-Yoda voice.
Yes, I talk to my appliances. I am One Of Those Old Ladies Who Narrates Her Day. That’s why I have the dogs, so I can fool myself into thinking I’m talking to someone who wants to hear without having to leave the house. Everyone wins.
Anyway, there’s that, and then there’s cleaning up a Sooper-Sekrit Projekt, and then there’s a Not-So-Sekrit Projekt. The Not-So-Sekrit one is, of course, material culled from writing posts from the last six years or so. Remember when my site went down? I managed to get a copy of all the raw data from the entries, and paid the ever-resourceful Monica Valentinelli to go through and turn the raw stuff full of hyperlinks and database table stuff into actual, you know, paragraphs that can be read without crossing your eyes and cringing. (She’s worth every penny, too, so if you’re looking for a freelancer, I highly recommend her.) Now I’ve got this huge chunk o’ text, and I’m considering turning it into an ebook. However, I don’t want to do it all myself. Anyone out there who has any ideas? *looks hopeful*
Other than that, my weekend was full of vomit, stomach cramps, and finishing revisions on the Cinderella story (oh, shush, I’ll tell you more when I can) to turn it into a reasonable first draft, as well as trying to exercise a neurotic Miss B enough to blunt her edge of desperate energy. It’s getting to where I need Mondays to recover from my weekends. Sheesh.
In other words, holding steady and keeping busy. And making plans to drag my writing partner out for some celebratory sipping and nibbling. Once I get the mountain of laundry turned into a molehill…
Mirrored from Ragged Feathers.