A Sunday collection

Happy Mothers Day, if you're of that persuasion.

Not One of Us #37 is now live, featuring my story "Ebb". ToC here. "Ebb" is the first They Fight Crime story, and the start of the Fishsex Saga. It's available from The Genre Mall.

We went dancing with mitsubachi last night. I will happily take Elysium over the Church any day. The meat puppet, however, decided to remind me that I have a birthday approaching--when I was doing my little "the highered hand/on hearts/hand of god" dance, something attached to my left scapula moved in a way that I wish it wouldn't. Not to mention my right hip seems permanently sore these days. I suspect this damn thing's not under warranty anymore.

Today is a shopping and cleaning day, and then I need to work on the jewelry I'm taking to Wiscon and try to write. I bought a fancy leather notebook just for Isyllt, so maybe this lack of a desktop won't be too debilitating.

And now, time for a shower. The club-funk is mighty.

Such a pretty girl, such a dirty mouth

I'm ambivalent about 28 Weeks Later, although my love of Robert Carlyle does seem to increase the more he wants to eat people. However, that and too much Combichrist have left me with the need to write a zombie apocalypse story. With vampires and rains of blood, just for ultharkitty (or maybe because of her, but I recommend waiting till I actually have money before suing me).

Now I just need an MC, and a plot.

I may have found a plot for "Salt," though.