That's me, bad blogger, never updating. Well, I've been kinda busy lately - but at the same time can't really think of anything to say. Hmmm.
Honey seems to be doing better - matter of fact, she's running around the house looking ever so bored now we're not walking her. But vet's orders are vet's orders, and I'm not about to take a dog with a heart condition out on any kind of walk in this heat.
I'm horribly unprepared for Reno. All I've managed to do is buy a gigantic bright pink suitcase, with the rather feeble excuse that it'll be easier to spot on the baggage carousel. I did order a gigantic memory card for my camera (erm, perhaps that should read 'card with a gigantic amount of memory', not a card that's actually gigantic), off the internet, so I'm hoping it's going to arrive before Saturday. Or I have to run into town and buy one for a billion times as much.
Oh! I got a sample for my cover for SHE WHO DARES - no text or anything, just the background and figure, which looks really good. Generally I don't like Poser figures, but I think what I don't like the most is the faces, which always look so vacant. My cover (MY COVER) just shows Masika's back, and a very nice back it is too. I'm already planning out Magda's cover, and I've only written about six pages on her. Ahem.
Also I just read an email on the Changeling loop that had some release dates, and mine was one of them - so as soon as I've confirmed it with my editor (MY editor! etc) I'll be letting y'all know when you can rush out and buy it.
Off to a gig tonight - the boy is supporting... um... some Country singer I've never heard of, but apparently she's reasonably famous in her neck of the woods. Which is nice.
Off to hunt down my cowboy boots...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
RNA conference
Feeling a little more coherent than I was when I got home yesterday, so I'll try for a slightly better report. I was horribly nervous about going to the conference for the first time - yes, I'd been assured by everyone I'd ever 'met' online that everyone would be very friendly, and that in fact there was someone whose specific job it was to take care of the first timers (thank you Mandy!). But I get nervous doing any new thing. I'm terrible at making conversation and ridiculously introverted for someone so noticable. But everyone was, indeed, very, very nice, to the point of carrying my bags when I was overloaded, and coming up to me to ask if I was Kate with an 8. I'd have bought the books of everyone there (a terribly tempting booksale was set up outside the lecture rooms we used) if I'd had the funds!
Workshops and talks all interesting. I think the reason it all went so quickly was that I wasn't bored once: everything was split into neat little segments and there was always something to do (and someone to talk to while you were doing it). Everyone very approachable, and because most of the workshops were being run by conference attendees, it was quite easy to chat about it to them afterwards.
My only regret is not coming up with a practised pitch that I could have used on the Piatkus editor, Gillian Green, who was wonderfully enthusiastic about her authors (including Sherrilyn Kenyon, very exciting) and invited submissions from us. Of course, next day was a workshop on query letters where Laurie Campbell encouraged us to write a 25 word pitch for the story. Mine will, of course, be going in my shortly-to-be-dispatched letter to Piatkus.
All the Conference Virgins on the last night, at the gala dinner. On the left in green is Lynne Conolly (did I spell that right?) who writes e-books; in the blue top with long hair is Mandy Jones, who was looking after us all; the lady with white hair and the funky print top is Anne Worboys, author of squillions of books; and I'm the one at the back, on the right, in purple, looking like a cardboard cutout.
Workshops and talks all interesting. I think the reason it all went so quickly was that I wasn't bored once: everything was split into neat little segments and there was always something to do (and someone to talk to while you were doing it). Everyone very approachable, and because most of the workshops were being run by conference attendees, it was quite easy to chat about it to them afterwards.
My only regret is not coming up with a practised pitch that I could have used on the Piatkus editor, Gillian Green, who was wonderfully enthusiastic about her authors (including Sherrilyn Kenyon, very exciting) and invited submissions from us. Of course, next day was a workshop on query letters where Laurie Campbell encouraged us to write a 25 word pitch for the story. Mine will, of course, be going in my shortly-to-be-dispatched letter to Piatkus.
All the Conference Virgins on the last night, at the gala dinner. On the left in green is Lynne Conolly (did I spell that right?) who writes e-books; in the blue top with long hair is Mandy Jones, who was looking after us all; the lady with white hair and the funky print top is Anne Worboys, author of squillions of books; and I'm the one at the back, on the right, in purple, looking like a cardboard cutout.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Another update
I've literally just walked in after the RNA conference, so this'll be brief because I'm hella tired! As I've been greatly enjoying telling people, reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Had I travelled down a few hours earlier, however, they might not have been. But so far, me and mine are all okay. Thanks for all your concern - I really didn't know how wide an effect I was having!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
This week's round up
Good, bad, and exciting. Chronologically: the bad first. My dog, Honey, had a stroke Monday morning, possibly caused by a heart attack. Vet says dogs can recover well from strokes, they're not affected the same as humans. But even a good recovery will mean the end of long, short, or any walks for Honey, who at the moment can barely stand up. She's hardly eating, and whatever she consumes (mostly water) she brings back up again. We're hoping this is a reaction to the antibiotics, and that she'll get better. She's thirteen, which is pretty old for a dog I guess. On Monday she was so distressed, really panicked, it took two of us sitting on the floor, touching her constantly to reassure her, just to keep her quiet. I feel so sorry for her. She's always been an active dog, even as she got older she still loved going for a walk. But everyone gets old, and if she comes through this then she'll just be an old dog lolling around on the carpet. Which, let's face it, is what she does ninety percent of the time anyway.
The exciting: well, okay, this hasn't happened yet, but I'm looking forward to the RNA conferencein Egham, Surrey, this weekend. I'm taking the train down tomorrow and coming back Sunday. Off to start packing my case soon.
The good: five minutes ago I read an email that said I'd semifinalled in the Molly contest. This was the first contest I entered a year ago, and semifinalled, and this year I'm going for a final (same ms, tweaked a bit). They had the 1st down as the date for first round announcements, and I'd figured I just wasn't going to hear anything. So that's a happy.
The exciting: well, okay, this hasn't happened yet, but I'm looking forward to the RNA conferencein Egham, Surrey, this weekend. I'm taking the train down tomorrow and coming back Sunday. Off to start packing my case soon.
The good: five minutes ago I read an email that said I'd semifinalled in the Molly contest. This was the first contest I entered a year ago, and semifinalled, and this year I'm going for a final (same ms, tweaked a bit). They had the 1st down as the date for first round announcements, and I'd figured I just wasn't going to hear anything. So that's a happy.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Wimbledon, baby!
V exhausting day, but v cool too. Last minute decision - my parents had hospitality tickets (turn up at midday, drink lots of free champagne and Pimms in a swanky marquee, eat lots of expensive food, polish off some strawberries and cream and maybe possibly watch some tennis - from very expensive seats on Centre OR No.1 court - and all because some guy wants my dad's business to buy his stuff).
Me and my bro went and did the pleb version of it: get up at 4am, get stuck in a traffic jam for half an hour (the switch your engine off kind), queue for three and a half hours for ground entry (if you want No.2 Court tickets you need to be there by 6am, if you want Centre or No.1 you have to get a tent and stay overnight), drink lots and lots of coffee, and finally get my parents to lend us their Centre Court tickets. Hence the tiredness - it was 11pm when we got home.
Watched the whole of Federer's match against Ferrero, a very tense set of the Davenport/Clijsters match, and the end of the Hewitt/Dent match, and spent forty five minutes watching Federer warming up. I can't believe anyone can beat that guy. He makes it look completely effortless! I love Wimbledon - you see all the players strolling about between courts, and the practice courts are open to view too. We had absolutely stunning weather too. Great day, even if I was so tired I actually felt myself falling asleep during the Hewitt match. Sorry guys!
Wombles of Wimbledon. Of course.
View from the bridge over the main road. Look how quiet it is! Half an hour later it was swarming.
Centre Court. I'm sorry, I really can't make out who's playing at this resolution! I'll get back to you on that.
Federer (World #1 and last year's champion, for anyone who's been living in a hole) and his coach, Tony Roach, about to warm up.
Xavier Malisse (aka Sulky), up close and personal. Rich christened Olivier Rochus (who is 5'5") and Malisse as 'Titch & Sulky' when they were playing doubles. Maybe it's funnier when you've been awake ten hours.
Me and my bro went and did the pleb version of it: get up at 4am, get stuck in a traffic jam for half an hour (the switch your engine off kind), queue for three and a half hours for ground entry (if you want No.2 Court tickets you need to be there by 6am, if you want Centre or No.1 you have to get a tent and stay overnight), drink lots and lots of coffee, and finally get my parents to lend us their Centre Court tickets. Hence the tiredness - it was 11pm when we got home.
Watched the whole of Federer's match against Ferrero, a very tense set of the Davenport/Clijsters match, and the end of the Hewitt/Dent match, and spent forty five minutes watching Federer warming up. I can't believe anyone can beat that guy. He makes it look completely effortless! I love Wimbledon - you see all the players strolling about between courts, and the practice courts are open to view too. We had absolutely stunning weather too. Great day, even if I was so tired I actually felt myself falling asleep during the Hewitt match. Sorry guys!
Wombles of Wimbledon. Of course.
View from the bridge over the main road. Look how quiet it is! Half an hour later it was swarming.
Centre Court. I'm sorry, I really can't make out who's playing at this resolution! I'll get back to you on that.
Federer (World #1 and last year's champion, for anyone who's been living in a hole) and his coach, Tony Roach, about to warm up.
Xavier Malisse (aka Sulky), up close and personal. Rich christened Olivier Rochus (who is 5'5") and Malisse as 'Titch & Sulky' when they were playing doubles. Maybe it's funnier when you've been awake ten hours.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Home again
Well, I'm back from Cornwall! Spent a week getting sunburned and sandy - an improvement on the usual Cornish fare of chilly and damp. Fabulous beaches on the north coast - we were between Newquay and Tintagel, and yes, they are as good as they sound.
A selection of photos:
Port Isaac (the village I stayed in), viewed from the coast path. Yes, those are cars on the beach, and yes, the beach is the floor of the harbour. There are notices telling you that if you leave your car there overnight, it will end up underwater.
Tintagel Head, viewed from The Edge cafe/bar, Port Isaac. If you look carefully, you can see the reflection of my camera through the window. They sell Budvar draft here. I seem to have developed a taste for lager.
Tintagel. This is the bit of the headland known as the Island, although it's attached by a spit of rock. You go over the bridge and up a path that's pretty much like climbing a sheer rock face. Not for the faint-hearted (including me - I'm terrified of heights). Most of the remains here are of the 12th century stronghold; the King Arthur thing is more of a rumour. Although there are remains dating from his approximate era. The cave near the beach (well, imagine the beach, it's at high tide) is called Merlin's Cave. You can walk through it at low tide to the beach on the other side.
The village of Boscastle, from the harbour. Doesn't really give a sense of just how steep the valley walls are - you need a damn good low-range gearbox to get up them, a bloody great handbrake, and lots of guts. If you walk, you'll need new calf muscles. If you cycle - well, you just can't cycle. Boscastle was devastated by flash floods last year - two rivers cascade down the valley and converge under a pretty bridge by the harbour. Several buildings were washed away, helped in no small part by the cars that got washed down from the car park, acting as battering rams. Some of the buildings are being rebuilt, using as much of the original stone as possible, and we saw people searching the river for pieces of stone to use in this. Remarkably, not a single person was killed in the floods, despite it being high summer and full of tourists. People were rescued from rooftops - as the water came up to their ankles - by the RNLI, who must be commended in all things. The worst human injury was a broken finger. Sadly, several animals were killed in the floods. Dogs just can't climb on rooftops.
The view from Creel Cottage, where we stayed the bulk of the time (my parents rented two cottages, a week each. The other one was just down the road - literally, at the back of the Carriage House, facing Creel Cottage). The 'street' leading to Creel Cottage is typical of Port Isaac - it's about one car wide. Canny drivers could just about turn around at the top of the street, using the driveway of one of the very few houses in the village to have its own parking. Most visitors park at the top of the village (where there are newer houses and streets three cars wide!) and walk down hills that are about 1/6 inclines. I think therre are even a couple of 1/4 hills. Hard enough going down; calf-shredding coming back up!
The cat in the picture was called Sid, at least by us, after the children's story of Six Dinner Sid. I have honestly never seen a fatter cat in my life, and I've seen plenty of fatties. Sid looked like he'd just swallowed a chicken whole. He came into the cottage, nosed around, and curled up on my parents' bed. Love that cat!
Speaking of fat cats, Meu's rose has come into bloom. Being that she was a big, fat, beautiful ginger cat, we planted an orange tearose over her grave. Big, beautiful bloom for a big, beautiful cat.
A selection of photos:
Port Isaac (the village I stayed in), viewed from the coast path. Yes, those are cars on the beach, and yes, the beach is the floor of the harbour. There are notices telling you that if you leave your car there overnight, it will end up underwater.
Tintagel Head, viewed from The Edge cafe/bar, Port Isaac. If you look carefully, you can see the reflection of my camera through the window. They sell Budvar draft here. I seem to have developed a taste for lager.
Tintagel. This is the bit of the headland known as the Island, although it's attached by a spit of rock. You go over the bridge and up a path that's pretty much like climbing a sheer rock face. Not for the faint-hearted (including me - I'm terrified of heights). Most of the remains here are of the 12th century stronghold; the King Arthur thing is more of a rumour. Although there are remains dating from his approximate era. The cave near the beach (well, imagine the beach, it's at high tide) is called Merlin's Cave. You can walk through it at low tide to the beach on the other side.
The village of Boscastle, from the harbour. Doesn't really give a sense of just how steep the valley walls are - you need a damn good low-range gearbox to get up them, a bloody great handbrake, and lots of guts. If you walk, you'll need new calf muscles. If you cycle - well, you just can't cycle. Boscastle was devastated by flash floods last year - two rivers cascade down the valley and converge under a pretty bridge by the harbour. Several buildings were washed away, helped in no small part by the cars that got washed down from the car park, acting as battering rams. Some of the buildings are being rebuilt, using as much of the original stone as possible, and we saw people searching the river for pieces of stone to use in this. Remarkably, not a single person was killed in the floods, despite it being high summer and full of tourists. People were rescued from rooftops - as the water came up to their ankles - by the RNLI, who must be commended in all things. The worst human injury was a broken finger. Sadly, several animals were killed in the floods. Dogs just can't climb on rooftops.
The view from Creel Cottage, where we stayed the bulk of the time (my parents rented two cottages, a week each. The other one was just down the road - literally, at the back of the Carriage House, facing Creel Cottage). The 'street' leading to Creel Cottage is typical of Port Isaac - it's about one car wide. Canny drivers could just about turn around at the top of the street, using the driveway of one of the very few houses in the village to have its own parking. Most visitors park at the top of the village (where there are newer houses and streets three cars wide!) and walk down hills that are about 1/6 inclines. I think therre are even a couple of 1/4 hills. Hard enough going down; calf-shredding coming back up!
The cat in the picture was called Sid, at least by us, after the children's story of Six Dinner Sid. I have honestly never seen a fatter cat in my life, and I've seen plenty of fatties. Sid looked like he'd just swallowed a chicken whole. He came into the cottage, nosed around, and curled up on my parents' bed. Love that cat!
Speaking of fat cats, Meu's rose has come into bloom. Being that she was a big, fat, beautiful ginger cat, we planted an orange tearose over her grave. Big, beautiful bloom for a big, beautiful cat.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
New website!
Go look! It's www.catmarsters.com. It's really basic so far (even this much exhausted me) but it's up and it's alll miiine, my preciousss.
Suggestions for added content? Be reasonable when you answer!
Suggestions for added content? Be reasonable when you answer!
Now I know why they call it a trial
Day three of lens wearing. I tore one this morning. So that's another day without lenses - at least, until I crawl into specsavers and admit I need another new lens, two days after I first got them. Argh! There is a strong possibility I'm not cut out for this. I just don't want to wear my glasses all the gorram time!
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Contact lens trial
Because they are a trial right now! Took me nearly 20 mins to put them in just now (so late because I had to go pick up a spare one from the optician). It is only my second day. Yes, I managed to lose one on my first day. Found it again, but by then I'd already ordered a new one. Am still slightly aware of them just sitting there on my eyeballs. Also, my eye sockets just ache from all the pulling around of eyelids. Sure this can't be good for eye elasticity and stuff. I mean, I'm probably going to end up with bags and wrinkles, and all so I don't have to wear my glasses all the time. That's vanity for you.
Anyway. That done with: a plea for help. I (or rather my smut-writing alter-ego, Cat) need to set up a website. Since I know crap all about... anything, I need some advice! Where's the best place to buy a domain name? It is a good idea to buy it and then find a web builder? What web builders are good? Most of the ones I've seen give you a template to work with, and those templates are just ugly. I have a (pretty vague) idea of what I want it to look like and I can create my own images for the site. I do know a little bit about HTML (but only a little, it seems to catch me out an awful lot) so I can alter basic things like text and stuff.
Any ideas? Please help!
Oh, and just a little pimping of my writing buddy. Amelia Elias published her first erotic romance yesterday with Aphrodite Unlaced. It's clever, funny, romantic, and of course it's very, very hot. Click on the cover below to go to the site and buy it!
Anyway. That done with: a plea for help. I (or rather my smut-writing alter-ego, Cat) need to set up a website. Since I know crap all about... anything, I need some advice! Where's the best place to buy a domain name? It is a good idea to buy it and then find a web builder? What web builders are good? Most of the ones I've seen give you a template to work with, and those templates are just ugly. I have a (pretty vague) idea of what I want it to look like and I can create my own images for the site. I do know a little bit about HTML (but only a little, it seems to catch me out an awful lot) so I can alter basic things like text and stuff.
Any ideas? Please help!
Oh, and just a little pimping of my writing buddy. Amelia Elias published her first erotic romance yesterday with Aphrodite Unlaced. It's clever, funny, romantic, and of course it's very, very hot. Click on the cover below to go to the site and buy it!
Monday, June 13, 2005
More on the party
Got some more uploaded.
Ginger Spice and one of the Proclaimers, aka some nice girl whose name I can't remember but who reminds me of my brother's ex-girlfriend, and Nick, whose party it was
Me again. Shame you can't see my shoes in this one
Thingy from Kiss, aka Jill. We met her outside, as I was putting on my shoes (we got changed at Hammersmith station and travelled there in costume) and she just said, "Um, I'm getting changed inside." Now we see why!
Me once more. I'm only posting this because I think it's a nice photo of me. I've no idea who took it!
Gwen, Gwen, and Anna Matronic, aka Megan. I can't remember the other Gwen's name. We literally just called each other Gwen all night. This happened a lot: I have no idea of the real names of most people there
Craig David and me. Took me a while to realise who it was under all that makeup: it's Jon, who's just moved in with Nick and who looks a lot like Jonny Lee Miller in real life. Mmm!
Me, apparently seeing how I'd look as a stripper
That's all for now. I have about 60 photos, but a lof of them are just of people's feet or they're very blurry, or I look horrible in them. So this is your lot! If I get any good photos from Alysia or Nick or anyone, I'll link to them.
Ginger Spice and one of the Proclaimers, aka some nice girl whose name I can't remember but who reminds me of my brother's ex-girlfriend, and Nick, whose party it was
Me again. Shame you can't see my shoes in this one
Thingy from Kiss, aka Jill. We met her outside, as I was putting on my shoes (we got changed at Hammersmith station and travelled there in costume) and she just said, "Um, I'm getting changed inside." Now we see why!
Me once more. I'm only posting this because I think it's a nice photo of me. I've no idea who took it!
Gwen, Gwen, and Anna Matronic, aka Megan. I can't remember the other Gwen's name. We literally just called each other Gwen all night. This happened a lot: I have no idea of the real names of most people there
Craig David and me. Took me a while to realise who it was under all that makeup: it's Jon, who's just moved in with Nick and who looks a lot like Jonny Lee Miller in real life. Mmm!
Me, apparently seeing how I'd look as a stripper
That's all for now. I have about 60 photos, but a lof of them are just of people's feet or they're very blurry, or I look horrible in them. So this is your lot! If I get any good photos from Alysia or Nick or anyone, I'll link to them.
Previously on Days of the Insane
...the contract with Changeling. I finally got around to sending it off (thank you very m,uch, Post Office, for closing down the one I can walk to, and then deciding that Saturday afternoons are not a time when anyone will want to post anything. Hmm, bad grammar, but you get the idea). Hopefully it should be there before I go to Cornwall.
...Kate Allan's book launch party. It was a week ago, but since I woke up the next morning to an offer from Changeling I sort of forgot to tell anyone about it. But she's done it very well in her own blog. There's even a picture or two of me there.
...Amy's novella released with Aphrodite Unlaced. It was due out on Wednesday, but it's actually out today, so go pop by her blog, website, or Aphrodite Unlaced to take a look. It's called Three Wishes, it's written under the name Amelia Elias, and it's awesome. Trust me on this.
...Nick's party. Did I mention this? The theme was 'popstars' and yours truly went as Gwen Stefani. Alysia came with, and after a bout of "I can't be bothered to come in costume", made a total reversal and dressed up as one of Gwen's crazy Harajuku girls. Complete with blue and pink eye makeup. Gotta love that girl!
Needless to say, I got completely smashed and woke up on the floor. Spent all of yesterday feeling like death itself (FYI: if you're hungover and you have dog, make sure someone else will walk it. I was the only one in the house, the dog bullied me into it, and I felt like hell afterwards).
Here are some pictures. I'm having trouble uploading them all, but these aree pics from earlier on, before things started getting blurry.
My Harajuku girl (imagine four of them... that's better)
Me and my Harajuku girl
Rolf Harris, aka Tom. Note the third leg. He even danced like that.
Hmm. Seems most of the good photos came after midnight, and I'm having trouble uploading from that date folder. So. Tune in later, for the next episode of Days of the Insane.
...Kate Allan's book launch party. It was a week ago, but since I woke up the next morning to an offer from Changeling I sort of forgot to tell anyone about it. But she's done it very well in her own blog. There's even a picture or two of me there.
...Amy's novella released with Aphrodite Unlaced. It was due out on Wednesday, but it's actually out today, so go pop by her blog, website, or Aphrodite Unlaced to take a look. It's called Three Wishes, it's written under the name Amelia Elias, and it's awesome. Trust me on this.
...Nick's party. Did I mention this? The theme was 'popstars' and yours truly went as Gwen Stefani. Alysia came with, and after a bout of "I can't be bothered to come in costume", made a total reversal and dressed up as one of Gwen's crazy Harajuku girls. Complete with blue and pink eye makeup. Gotta love that girl!
Needless to say, I got completely smashed and woke up on the floor. Spent all of yesterday feeling like death itself (FYI: if you're hungover and you have dog, make sure someone else will walk it. I was the only one in the house, the dog bullied me into it, and I felt like hell afterwards).
Here are some pictures. I'm having trouble uploading them all, but these aree pics from earlier on, before things started getting blurry.
My Harajuku girl (imagine four of them... that's better)
Me and my Harajuku girl
Rolf Harris, aka Tom. Note the third leg. He even danced like that.
Hmm. Seems most of the good photos came after midnight, and I'm having trouble uploading from that date folder. So. Tune in later, for the next episode of Days of the Insane.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Details
Well, some, anyway. It's still all a bit sketchy!
The story Changeling want to contract is an 11k erotic novella called She Who Dares, and it features Masika, a former Egyptian concubine, and Dare, the Greek soldier who loved her. Both having been sired as vampires more than two millenia ago, they meet again in modern London when Masika, now a private investigator and assassin, is hired to put an end to Dare's unlife.
I've been sent a contract to sign, and as soon as I've clarified a few points it'll be in the mail. Changeling Press (see link down on the left) reckon books are usually released 60-90 days after they're contracted. It's still really early days yet, but of course yours truly has grand aspirations for cover designs and websites. Oh - and if anyone can help me with purchasing a domain name and web design, I'd be really grateful! Free drinks in Reno in exchange for good advice.
Okay, off to enjoy the rest of the sunshine. It's been a really lovely day today. Since it's my mum's birthday we went for lunch in town, then shopped a while and I gave myself illusions of skinniness with a flouncy white Victoriana gypsy skirt. Looks like an explosion in a haberdashery. I love it!
Well, my Kronenbourg Blanc is calling, so I'll be off. Later - and thanks for all the congrats!
The story Changeling want to contract is an 11k erotic novella called She Who Dares, and it features Masika, a former Egyptian concubine, and Dare, the Greek soldier who loved her. Both having been sired as vampires more than two millenia ago, they meet again in modern London when Masika, now a private investigator and assassin, is hired to put an end to Dare's unlife.
I've been sent a contract to sign, and as soon as I've clarified a few points it'll be in the mail. Changeling Press (see link down on the left) reckon books are usually released 60-90 days after they're contracted. It's still really early days yet, but of course yours truly has grand aspirations for cover designs and websites. Oh - and if anyone can help me with purchasing a domain name and web design, I'd be really grateful! Free drinks in Reno in exchange for good advice.
Okay, off to enjoy the rest of the sunshine. It's been a really lovely day today. Since it's my mum's birthday we went for lunch in town, then shopped a while and I gave myself illusions of skinniness with a flouncy white Victoriana gypsy skirt. Looks like an explosion in a haberdashery. I love it!
Well, my Kronenbourg Blanc is calling, so I'll be off. Later - and thanks for all the congrats!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Oh my bloody God, and fuck!
That out of the way: Changeling Press want to buy Masika's story! Ommigod! Contract in my inbox this morning I sent it two days ago, Yahoo buggered it up, resent by Gmail and got my very first Gmail notification - they want to contract it! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
That's all I can say right now. More will follow about Kate A's book launch and stuff... I'm hyperventilating. SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!
That out of the way: Changeling Press want to buy Masika's story! Ommigod! Contract in my inbox this morning I sent it two days ago, Yahoo buggered it up, resent by Gmail and got my very first Gmail notification - they want to contract it! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
That's all I can say right now. More will follow about Kate A's book launch and stuff... I'm hyperventilating. SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!
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