Today I sent the final* draft of Dreams of Shreds & Tatters
. Selling the damn thing may be a new nightmare, but it will be one that is mostly out of my hands. There is suddenly a book-shaped hole in my life. And since there's no pressing need to kill myself over D2 until I know the fate of D1, this means I get to cruise the city looking for sexy novels to have torrid flings with. Maybe Salvage
wants to tell me more about its alien scientists and speedboat chases.
In other news, I will be at Monster-Con
on Saturday, October 13th. I'll be signing books dressed as a fish monster. As one does.
In other, other news, I hope to participate in Run For Your Lives
on December 13th. This depends on me getting the day off work, since large contingent from my bookstore wants to go, but I'm going to start training for a 5k anyway. December is the best possible time to run 5k. This means I have to abandon my beloved elliptical tomorrow in favor of the dreaded treadmill.
On Friday I made a last minute decision to go see TKK after work, and am glad I did so. It wasn't like seeing them 12 years ago, but the show was fun and the venue pleasantly small, and Groovie was ambulatory the whole time. And they played "After The Flesh," which I'm been waiting to hear live since I first saw The Crow
. And in an added bonus, my recent love affair with the elliptical means that I can now wear the striped tights which are the custom of my people without looking like a hobbit.
And on that note, I'm off to the gym.
* Yes, I know. There will be a revision for an editor, copy edits, and proofs. Let me cling to my delusion for a time.