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June 1, 2011

I have yet to open the ginormous box that I know contains my author’s copies. It’s as though once I slice open that tape, I’ve taken a step that I cannot take back, and I have to acknowledge the thing-ness of what I’ve done. Also, I know that once I lay eyes on the books, I will start wanting to come up with a great book event – a launch party, as it were – but I really don’t have time this month (as it is now June) and I definitely don’t have the money. Perhaps, though, in July, I can have a local event. BUT! BUT! of course there’s BUT! What about having a non-local event? I only have so many copies – ten of each, I was told. If I can’t afford to have a party in town, I damn well can’t afford it out of town.

Your thoughts are appreciated.

I am hoping/planning on a major surgery for later this year. It is fraught with emotional complications, even though it shouldn’t be. I am afraid of the expense more than anything else. I am the most risk-averse person I have ever met. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?

Completed the Torchwood watching project. And yet I need more. Please send fanfic recommendations – rated NC-17, if at all possible. What’s Torchwood without twisted smut, I ask you?

No writing at all has been accomplished in weeks. I’ve been sick, then I had a nightmarish period, and now… I’m just weary. The incessant rain has finally worn me down and I can’t fight back anymore. I just want to drink cocktails and sleep. And there’s so much to be done – revising My LGB of the Apocalypse (does that title make sense? … oy vey), completing a draft of Plums… well, OK, that’s not that much. But still. I’m having a hard time making my thoughts coherent right now… which is why I’m taking a quick blog break, so that, ideally, I can write some marketing copy. For the actual job. Towards which I really ought to change my attitude. I’m just so tired. I don’t want to do anything.

But I do have an idea about how to publish Plums. It’s a pretty great idea. I just need to finish writing it before I can work towards the release of it. Which means I need to walk away from Captain Jack Harkness (my dear Jack; my dear Ianto – such a dark, horrible love story between two hopelessly fucked up people) for a little while, and get back to the machinations of Michael, Jim, and Jesse. Which means I need to get my inspirations back in line. It’s not like I don’t have them in the house – all four volumes, in fact, though I think I only really need to review the first one. 😉

Send Hendricks’ Gin and orgasms in large quantity. I will pay for expedited shipping. Thank you.

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Portland, Oregon, springtime. When it rains, it frequently hails, and it can get violent. Last year brought a hailstorm so insistent that, by the time it was done, the streets were piled so high with small hailstones that it looked like snow. That was an awesome day; the power went out at work, and we went home early. And then later I went and had coffee with the wonderfulZane Grant .

Today, I’m hard at work a personally-staggering amount of very cool projects. In addition to my editorial duties at Dark Horse, I am:
• working on organizing a loose coalition of friends and minions to help me self-publish a novel (which will be retitled, but the working title is My Little Golden Book of the Apocalypse… yeah, have to change that) that I wrote all the way back in 1998, but still believe in
• still working on finishing the first draft of the novel still known as Plums, as well as thinking over potential angles for using social media marketing and reader interaction
• preparing for the Vampire Quartet re-release, which looks like it’s going to happen in mid-May (a specific date is still unknown at this time)
• being a guest on a KBOO-FM radio show, the Eavesdrop, on Thursday, May 5th, at 7pm. If you’re a Portland local, you can hear KBOO at 90.7 FM. If not, you can listen to a live stream of the broadcast at kboo.fm. It’s during Pledge Drive, so… y’know. 🙂

Springtime brings pollen. It’s been a rough year for the Pacific Northwest – people who are usually free from allergy symptoms are feeling them, and people WITH allergies are in hell. For those happy shiny people like me, with autoimmune disorders, it’s been even rougher. I’m just lucky and grateful that my only problems have been blazed-out eyes and achy legs. Everyone’s cranky because they want summer to get here. I’m fine with a few more weeks of reprieve so that I can acquire some cute summer dresses.

In the meantime, the new season of Doctor Who is almost overwhelmingly good. Expect some gushing about it.

Happy spring, everyone.