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And I think the winter will be wonderful [Feb. 5th, 2011|10:34 am]
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Okay, that first flight was annoying, but mostly because of the usual 12 screaming babies. I slept. Some.

I just keep telling myself that after we get off the next flight, we'll be home. Dc! Yay!

Yes, after leaving the Chennai airport, I was mostly over my sadness about leaving and more thinking of my own bed and my cat and writing stuff. Balaji is already fantasizing about Phil Simms. Er, i mean watching inside the NFL. AND Phil Simms.

Long ass layover in Frankfurt this time, a lost 5 hours, and they threw out our duty free scotch from India because apparently you can only carry it on if it comes through another eu country. Which makes sense, admittedly, but I do wish theyd thought to tell us that in India.

Ah well, talk to y'all again soon. Mmmmm home. I have to admit that I do love the USA... Especially when I'm out of it. It's not so bad, sometimes! :D

Right, my €8 is about up. Later!


Aaaand I'm home-as it turned out, my €8 was up just before I went to press send. That's what I get for admitting to liking the US, I guess. The world disagrees!

Last night I slept for about 12 hours and have a fucking headache, but the lag won't really catch up to me until tonight. Balaji's already watching nonstop Super Bowl coverage (thank god we were gone these two weeks...). Phil Simms, last night. Yeah. He went there.

Today, I'm going to sub the full of Equilibrium, send out acknowledgments for RPP, and send out no thank yous/short list notices for the first week of stories. Because yes, I read them in India. The pile is thick this time, I didn't want to get buried alive. Also, write Mark and let him know about the sub I read in flight.

But I gotta do all this before the lag hits me, so I'm off!

[ETA: Success! Now, to do nothing!]

Also, I stole this from Sarah:

Your result for The RPG Class Test...


59% Combativeness, 40% Sneakiness, 71% Intellect, 25% Spirituality

Aggressive, but with the brains to back it up: You are a Spellsword!

Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you've fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't.

Spellswords combine arcane might with combat know-how. They're much tougher than mages, like to wear armor, and can cast spells through their weapons. They're very, very, good at doing lots of damage to a single target very quickly, and while not quite as tough as most fighters, are still pretty hard to kill.

You're both smart and aggressive, which means that you're probably pretty dangerous when pissed off. You also tend to be somewhat straightforward, which is nice, and don't have much use for spirituality or mysticism.

Take The RPG Class Test at HelloQuizzy

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spill my guts on the wheel [May. 23rd, 2010|12:34 pm]
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The mini-vacation/visit from the frozen north-types was relaxing and just the thing for me. I hope they enjoyed it, because it certainly staved off that initial "Oh god I just finished a book and now it's quiet and lonely in my head" feeling. Though it did creep in now and then, it hardly had time-- and that was amazing.

Plus, we just had fun.

Caught up with most business-stuff. Other stuff as the day progresses.

Now I plan on devoting myself to video games for the next few days almost non-stop.

I signed my Belfire contract today, so I put up The Official Announcement on the author blog. Yay!
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not stuck in your early grave [Jul. 13th, 2009|12:20 pm]
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As usual after hanging out with my parents, I am extremely fucking tired. Dad was tired too yesterday before we left, which drinking all day long for four days in a row will do, I reckon. I was tired but only because, naturally, I got myself sunburned. Not badly, and really just on my back, but it's enough.

Anyhow aunt Mary (great aunt, really, since she's Granddaddy's kid sister) was there with us, and she's awesome, and Uncle Dan and my cousin Kelly, who's 15 and elected to spend a day with us instead of a week in Florida with her mom's family-- ha!, came from Richmond the day on Saturday. I talked to Kelly about her Indian boyfriend (is this some genetic thing with us?) and got her a henna tattoo since she was all excited and her dad clearly didn't want to spring for one. Good stuff.

Dana's coming on Thursday, and wants me to crash a funeral at Arlington National. (My friends are weird.) I'll have them for company while Balaji's at Duke this weekend, yay!

The traffic was absolute shit in both directions (Okay, DC to Richmond is always bad, but Richmond to VA Beach is so much worse. Why must people slam on their brakes when they go into the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel? WHY?), but way worse on the way down Friday. There was an accident outside Yorktown, so I was taunted by the signs for all the cool attractions I could be enjoying while I was sat in a car doing nothing. Normally I write stories in my head, but Balaji was obviously frustrated. After it took us an hour to go five miles, I offered to tell him a story, and told him The Peacock and the Raven, which he declared his absolute favorite of everything I'd ever written. I said that was just because he didn't have to tolerate me awkwardly fumbling my way through the prose of it. Anyhow, it took us another hour to go another five miles, but at least it was a more pleasant hour.

I'd like to be productive for the next three days. I think I can manage, apart from that whole extremely fucking tired thing. I need at least 3k words on Resurrectionists, and I want to finish my Andrew Jackson/John Quincy Adams book so I'm ready to revise Peacock when it comes back. Which I would not be if it came back right now because, right. Book. Research.

It's a surprisingly good book though. I mean I love nonfiction, particularly historical, but dry spots are inevitable. Not so with this one. It plots the courses of Jackson and Adams from the beginnings of their careers/lives, so you can see them coming together for this monstrous climax, thereby building a strange tension. The inevitability that set-up implies is way fallacious, but that's not the point. I think I'll buy this guy's book about John Quincy Adams some time.
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maybe it's DNA [Jul. 10th, 2009|11:30 am]

Silence means I'm getting nothing done. It seems a bit pointless when I'm leaving for Virginia Beach in a few hours, really. Next week I do expect to work fairly hard, especially since we'll have Dana and Sean (and maybe Ro? I'm not sure if she's going back with her grandma or not, but we shall see) for a little while on the weekend and I'll need to purge before that. Also, I have to go to the doctor on the 15th, so yeah. Better do something or I'll feel crappy.

I did get some good solid beta reading in though. Days where I have to do Other Stuff seem to be even better than long stretches of weekend for that, lately.

So anyhow, see y'all Sunday night!
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the radio reminds me [Oct. 28th, 2008|02:23 pm]
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Okay I'm back, and I am proud to say that the ONLY time I opened my computer the whole time I was at my parents' was to show Tara the pictures from India last time. Yeah, I totally rule.

(Humor me!)

Our sassafras tree in the back yard!

So just for a quick little rundown, since I never know when this stuff will be useful, here is the insanity that was this past two weeks:

cut to spare you the pain and boringness )

And then we drove home. Yesterday was de-tox. Today was half-hearted catching up. And now, I'm going to go play more games. And do a lot of nothing until Nano starts and takes my life!
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