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I Almost Forgot, We Had a Book Launch Party
Leave a commentSomeone forgot to tell the customers of the Evil Day Job that we’re teetering on the brink of a double-dip recession. They all seemed to wake up at once in the last week or so and decide they need new stuff. Now, please. I haven’t left EJD office before 6:30 p.m. so far this week, and Thursday isn’t looking promising, either. Le sigh.
I finally realized (brain too full, see above) that I forgot to mention the book release party last Friday at The Rediscovered Bookshop in downtown Boise. I got to spend a couple of hours with some of my favorite people, the bookstore sold a few books, and we all discovered that chocolate-covered almonds can be addictive (that, and Basque Market cheese is exquisitely nom-nom-nomable). In all, a good time; not too many strangers, but not sitting at a table and directing customers to the bathroom, either.
Thanks to my critique partner Kathy Hurley for having a joint shindig with me, thanks to everyone who made it to the party, and thanks to those to sent their regrets.
This has been a good day
Got things accomplished at work. If you ever need to know anything about LED light fixtures, ask me. No, really.
Told an oncologist, “No, thank you, I will not go on Tamoxifen for five years,” due to possible side effects of endometrial/uterine cancer and cataracts. Mom had both uterine cancer and cataracts, but never took Tamoxifen because she never had breast cancer. Yeah, that would be a contraindication in my book.
Spent some quality time with Spooky Man driving across town to get his blood pressure checked. Car objected, but not strenuously.
Finished up read number two of my On the Far Side contest entries (they’re all pretty good this year, kudos to the writers). I normally read them three times before the final scoring. It’s just how I roll, I guess.
Figured out how my heroine (a musician) saves the hero and gets the bad guys–there’s a very, very low frequency of sound that can cause intense abdominal distress in humans. Spooky Man calls it, “The Brown Note.” Yes, it’s an urban myth, but I like it. Never piss off a musician.
Status Report
Last week I had a vacation (and I didn’t blog, oh the guilt!), but after approximately 3.5 days of slughood, coping beans became available for creative pursuits.
I have almost all of the major points of “Talyn Unique” plotted. Opening line, “Have you figured out yet why it was such a bad idea to try to kill your sister again?” Guess who asks it (snicker).
I like this working title, but it’s intimately tied to the world-building so it probably won’t make it through the submission process. Evil twin Talyn ends up in a society of clones, where naturally created people are called “uniques” and considered a lower class.
She finds herself a fish very far out of water–she’s both a clone and a unique, she has no status in a place where status is everything, and her archaic skills are suddenly in demand because the sudden fad for all things antique throughout the Dozen Worlds (because of a certain political marriage she prefers not to think about? Maybe).
I know she was an evil person in Blade’s Edge, but she gets better. Really, she does.
And then I got to thinking about the Samhain call for submissions for the cyberpunk anthology. I can’t write steampunk (too many years of trying to accurately recreate historical stuff, I think–I twitch when I even contemplate tweaking it), but I can write cyberpunk. Oh, yes indeedy, I can do that.
“Open Mike at the Bebop” is a romance about a jazz singer/songwriter who is tone-deaf outside the net and a crypotologist who is dyslexic outside the net. They’re perfect for each other, and it’s going to take both of them to face down the Blue Dragon Tong and keep the Bebop from being torn down for yet another crooked zero-g casino.
That’s me, always with the technology and sex. It’s a personal issue.
I also had my breast cancer 6 month follow up appointment. I’m no officially fine. Geez, I could have phoned that one in.
More later….
