1. I still have this cold.
2. However, yesterday I was feeling grungy but not unbearably subhuman, so all the books from the auction are in the mail. (Megan, the manuscript stories are going to have to wait until I get a new toner cartridge, because I owe you better print-quality than I can currently provide.)
3. I have plane tickets for CupcakeCon.
4. I am told that the
Publishers Weekly review of Jonathan Strahan's
Best SF/Fantasy of 2009 praises "Mongoose" for its "humor amid life-and-death peril."
5. And last night on Twitter,
cristalia and I started hashing out a manifesto for Gromitpunk:
@
leahbobet (a.k.a.
cristalia): Oh hello there, THE WRONG BOOK.
@
pennyvixen (a.k.a.
truepenny): It's very like the Wrong Trousers, only generally with less penguin.
@
leahbobet: And less Wensleydale. :(
@
pennyvixen: And no Gromit. ... although, come to think of it, ALL my books have that problem.
@
leahbobet: Time to write the Gromitpunk manifesto.
@
pennyvixen: oh GOD yes.
@
leahbobet: OTOH, a year and four months later, I just found why that first sentence is wrong... *g*
@
pennyvixen: Gromitpunk is all about embracing the Zen of one's writing process, goddammit.
@
leahbobet: Y'know, it kind of is. Wallace and Gromit ARE the writing process: make up crazy outsized shit, and then Gromit makes it work.
@
pennyvixen: Yeah. Wallace takes all the credit and Gromit just sighs and makes another pot of tea.
@
leahbobet: 'Zactly!
@
pennyvixen: Gromitpunk is also all about tea.
@
leahbobet: And dairyfat, and pies.
(If you're curious about The Wrong Book and its new first sentence,
look over here.)
Survey says, not too shabby.