see my ships a-sailing A rainy Saturday morning -- I'm about to get some writing on Phat Fairy in before heading off for a writing group afternoon. I need to stop and think out some things about the plotline before I go too much further.
Birthday #45 coming up next weekend. HOLY COW HOW DID I GET HERE? I figure with any luck and some preventative maintenance that puts me at about halfway through (maternal grandmother just passed 97). As always with these sporadic moments of assessment, I resolve to take better care of myself, to walk every day, to mediate, to do the dishes daily, to keep up on e-mail and be better about telling my friends how much I appreciate and love them. It's always an uphill climb, for I am a bad, lazy creature at the bone.
I have been reading a lot of urban fantasy this year and have found what I think is my very favorite so far, Lilith Saintcrow's books. Finished Working for the Devil last night, Night Shift a couple of days ago, and I've got three more stacked on the reading shelf. Thank you, pauljessup , for mentioning them.
Wayne is torn this weekend: football, Fallout 3, or a judicious mixture of the two? I suspect it will be door #3.
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catrambo) wrote,
cheerful
