Ooooh, boy, are you guys ever going to get sick of hearing about this, but I have a story coming out in an anthology called Women Writing the Weird later this year. Sometimes I think that if I had ever thought to devise a list of desired accomplishments, to be published in an anthology called Women Writing the Weird would have been right at the top of the list. Anyway, because the writers featured live all over the place, editor Deb Hoag is proposing a delightful and unorthodox book launch:
I’d like YOU (yes, you, and you at the back, too) to host your own. Gather a bunch of female spec fic lovers together, read the book, decide which stories you each prefer, and do a ‘guerilla book launch’. You and your friends can each take it in turns to read your favourite stories to an adoring crowd of weird women (and men).
I’m not asking you to throw a party in my honor, or anything; I’m just saying that if you’ve been looking for an opportunity to do so, here it is. I’m also saying, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’M GOING TO BE IN A BOOK, like a mature adult.
Today I came really close to crying in the bathroom of The Elephant House, which is where some lady started writing some book series about wizards or whatever. There are thank you messages, quotes, and comments of the “Ron Weasley is a babe” variety all over the walls, and I think it’s enough to make anyone emotional enough to take pictures and write on the walls for several minutes in blatant disregard of the other patrons forming a line outside.
This city resembles a magical medieval fairy land.
All my anticipatory energy has been focused on Harry Potter these last few weeks (which, by the way, was really excellent! I imitated Lucius Malfoy saying “Let us hope Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day!” over and over again for several hours preceding the film! I cringed at the community theater Bellatrix Lestrange who insisted on stomping around, Crucio-ing everybody in sight! I laughed; I cried! I thought Daniel Radcliffe made an adorably convincing nerdy dad!) that I kind of forgot that I’m flying to Ireland later today. Whoops! Watch this space for jetlag ramblings and pictures of me getting rained on! Catch you later, America.
Going to the gym for the first time in your life; vaguely considering returning there at some point before your (doubtlessly premature) death
Bored to Death's silly but touching portrayal of friendship
Not thinking about the future, really, or thinking about it, but only in very specific, crazy ways (i.e., what if we move to England and I can’t stop myself from developing a Madonna-esque faux-accent?!?!?)
Forsaking wordy blog posts in favor of lazy bullet-point lists