Our friend Eve is in town from Portland for the next couple of days. I, of course, am trapped in the studio today. We’re also discovering the downside of Rob having a job. He can’t go gallivant around town with her. Ah well, I suppose at least this way I’m not missing out on all […]
Today I went to have my haircut and feel soooo much better. Before I left Portland, my hairdresser cut my hair into a basic bob, because that would hold longer without a haircut. (I didn’t want to try and find someone in Chattanooga.) Anyway, I’m very pleased. I’ll post a picture as soon as I
Rob has just been hired as the Script Coordinator. Which means that he’ll be making sure that everyone has the latest draft and doing lots of color-coordinated photo-copying. It also means that we get to eat lunch together every day.
I nearly forgot to tell you that the house moved! Thank heavens. My parents must be so relieved.
So I was sitting on the studio floor today, waiting for a shot and it moved. My first thought was that someone was trundling something heavy past me, then I remembered that I was sitting on a concrete slab. Next I noticed the lights jiggling. I wondered if it might be an earthquake, but by
I was on set all day today being the live hands for one of the characters. It was wonderful and exhausting. Being back at work feels great, but it means lots of poses that would make a yoga master wince. Fortunately I only seem to be facing standard fatigue and show no signs of trouble
This is the house that we live in. The windows on the ground floor are ours; that’s our kitchen in the corner, next to it is the bedroom and then the living room is that section that bumps out. The other half of the ground floor belongs to someone else. I think each floor has
What, I say, what was up with the thousand brides wandering around at the end of the Olympic Ceremony. The problem with not having commentary is that I’ve got no idea what they thought that would represent, or what the seemingly random burlesque/clown/royal court was about. Okay…and now there’s someone dancing in what gives every
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“Mary Robinette Kowal’s Portrait of Ari is a bittersweet tale of a couple, one of whom is perhaps not quite human, and how that fact alters their happy relationship.” —Rich Horton, Locus
I went to the doctor today and he said that my lungs sound clear and that it’s probably a viral infection and I’ll just have to wait it out. If I develop a fever I should come back. I’m wondering why the fever I had when this started doesn’t count.
Quite frankly, I have no idea where we are right now. Probably over the Atlantic, but I’ve cleverly set my blog up to entertain you while I’m in transit. Here are pictures of the apartment we’ll have in Reykjavik. This is looking from the front door down towards the WC. The living room The kitchen
I was sitting in the apartment upstairs at Woodthrush Woods and happily typing away, when the sound of birds became demanding. I turned to look out the window behind the sofa and saw a scene out of Hitchcock. The sky and earth had darkened with birds. They covered the grass like a living sea of
I just sold Cerbo in Vitra ujo to Apex Digest. It will probably be in Issue 6, which comes out in June, but I’ll post for certain when I know the date. I’m thrilled, although it is an icky, icky story–my first foray into horror. This will be the first sale that I don’t give
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Rob walked to the library today, and made a new friend. As he was walking, this dog came bounding across the road to meet him. Traffic screeched to a halt, trying to avoid hitting the dog, so Rob grabbed him by the collar to keep him from bounding back across the road. The dog evidentally
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