Spring’s finally sticking around here, and I am daring to leave my writer cave.  Which means: A bucket of upcoming public appearances!  Behold the list of them!

  • If you’re interested in hearing about the writing process, Toronto’s underground spaces, and the secrets of cities, I’m doing a Keep Toronto Reading event on just those things on Thursday, April 25, 2013 at 7pm, at the Kennedy/Eglinton branch of the Toronto Public Library.  There will be books for sale at this one, if only a handful!
  • The Apocalypse Tour is riding again, with a few Southern Ontario dates!  On Thursday, May 2, 2013, we’ll be at Essa Public Library’s Angus Branch in Angus, Ontario at 4pm — and by we, we mean Megan Crewe, Adrienne Kress, Maureen McGowan, and Cheryl Rainfield.
  • On May 4 at 2pm, Megan, Maureen, Cheryl, and I will descend upon Chapters South London to answer questions, sign books, and terrorize the populace.  There’s a Facebook event page here if you’re minded to RSVP, and it’ll be Maureen’s birthday, so a good round of the happy birthday song is welcomed and encouraged!
  • On May 5 at 2pm, Megan, Maureen, Cheryl, and Courtney Summers will finish this mini-leg of the Apocalypse Tour without me at Chapters Oshawa, because I am flaking to lead a Jane’s Walk that afternoon.

 

  • Finally, I will be at the Nebula Awards Weekend in San Jose, CA, from May 16-19, 2013.  I plan to have a kicky awards dress and a minimum of jet lag.

And that’s the news!

Originally published at leahbobet. You can comment here or there.

I am going to the 2013 Nebula Weekend in San Jose to watch that award be announced in person. With Mr. P. Because he said there's no way I'm winning (or losing) a Nebula without him there.

I will now put my head between my knees and breathe slowly while contemplating how much I just put on my credit card.
April 1, 2012 Progress Notes:

Light (bad working title)

Words today: 200.
Words total: 3800.
Reason for stopping: That was all blood. And I'm getting hungry.

Darling du Jour: The worst of it, here, was how the wind smelled wrong. It came whistling between the buildings wet as a rag stuffed in your mouth and clogged your ears like strep throat, and even if she'd known the blossoms and smoke it carried, she couldn't have pronounced their names.
Mean Things: I am doing a horrible thing in the story I'm telling right now. I only hope the result vindicates, because otherwise, seriously, we'll need to pass a hat and buy me a new soul.

Research Roundup: The Don River system; flora and fauna of the Republic of Georgia; terrain at Yonge and the 401; a Georgian-language translator. Have I mentioned I'm doing a horrible thing?
Books in progress: Caitlin R. Kiernan, The Drowning Girl.


Things that happened this week:

So today, Above is out in the US. Pre-game show is officially over. Fly free, little book.

Friday was my last day at the Dayjob. I have been quiet about it, mostly because I've been too busy to blog (or think, or breathe, or sleep) for about six weeks now, but I got some arts grants this spring, for two different projects: this one and On Roadstead Farm. And so I am going to be a full-time writer for a year while I write those things.

And then? Who knows what happens?

The third thing: Friday night I was out for celebratory drinks with friends, and I came home utterly weaving drunk and wanted nothing but to write and write and write. And last night I was out at the movies and then dinner and rambling 'til two in the morning, and came home wanting nothing but to write and write, with the feel of close-passing trains rumbling around in my belly.

Finally I've had an edge of sleep, and all I want to do is write.

I'm going to ride this as long as I have it. Or as long as it takes. It's midafternoon and I'm possessed and addled with fiction like I haven't had a chance to be in months. Okay, fiction. Come on in. Hit me.

Happy April. Happy afternoon.

Reviews.

Mar. 12th, 2012 12:44 pm
Because Above is starting to get them, and I've been neglecting.

Several reviews are appearing all over the internets.

There are also some official-like reviews:

VOYA (under Editorial Reviews) says, among other things, that it's "a challenging book, and much of the onus is placed on the reader, but teens willing to invest the time will find themselves rewarded with a multilayered tale that speaks to universal needs and desires."

I've read the Kirkus review, which will be available right over there on Thursday.

And a starred review from Publishers Weekly, calling it "heartbreaking, romantic, complex, and magical".

But so far, this one? Is my favourite, because of this bit here: "I took this as a commentary on how we treat the homeless and the mentally ill – or just anyone who doesn't fit into our idea of what a good society should look like. This story really moved me and it really made me want to do something!"

That is what a book should be able to do.

So yes. Now we're all caught up, and I can go have my lunch.
So, this.

A blurry cameraphone picture, yeah. Of Above, on the shelving cart at the bookstore, taken tonight after work, as [livejournal.com profile] cszego e-mailed me this afternoon to let me know it is in. The Canadian release date is March 1, so that's par for the course, pretty much (Americans wait until April).



[livejournal.com profile] sandwichboy owns the first copy ever. [livejournal.com profile] dolphin__girl owns the second.

--

This is the thing in my head right now.



--

Officially: Guys, here's the thing I made. It has been, bar none, the beautifullest trial of my life.

I hope it speaks, if and when you listen.
leahbobet: (gardening)
February 20, 2012 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 250.
Words total: 17,000.
Reason for stopping: I think I just found the plot tonight, and that means it's okay that I only hit a page.

Darling du Jour: "He didn't come back." And there it was: Didn't, not hasn't. Wouldn't. Wasn't. Gone.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: venerable.
Mean Things: The plot I found? It's meeeean.

Research Roundup: How chickens sleep actually; prepping dairy goats for winter.
Books in progress: Dani Couture, Algoma.


Today was kind of a banner day for several reasons, only one of which was the duck breast I had for dinner and another of which was that I seriously think I may have found the plot here, and some other ones I can't tell you about yet until some things are more official but when I can, I will entirely.

Also I got a really nice review on Above.

So yes. This was one of the good ones. Going to grasp it on its way by.
December 18-19, 2011 Progress Notes:

"Hold Fast"

Words today: 175.
Words total: 175.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Darling du Jour: It's a poem, and they don't darling well.
Mean Things: It's also a Tam Lin poem, and it's all mean things.

Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Nalo Hopkinson, The Chaos; Ryan Oakley, Technicolor Super Mall.


(Yes, I am reading Nalo's new book months ahead of release. Friends in medium-high places, loves; the right medium-high places.)

Medium-high silence here too: Lot of up and down on a couple things this month, and it's not turned out as the best of all possible worlds, really. I'm not the person who's going to have to do the hard pushing on any of it and my third accredited superpower is that I can cope, and so cope we shall, but if you have any internet-transmissible magic, a dear friend of mine could use all the help he can get. Prayers to the Patron Saint of Doing Hard Things appreciated.

Professionally, though, all's well and more: Lois Tilton's named "The Ground Whereon She Stands" the best story of Realms of Fantasy's final year in her Locus end-of-year roundup, and the Indigo Teen Blog has informed me they loved the hell out of Above, and somehow we were in the Huffington Post today. The Appearances page on the website will also be updated shortly, once I get to claim some vacation days on the dayjob calendar and can formalize where I'm going to be next year for your panty- or tomato-throwing pleasure.

More words and presence to come, hopefully. The dayjob's winding down for the end of the year, and I will be home, roasting chickens and being pajamaed and nudging my nose at words.
leahbobet: (gardening)
So: stuff afoot! Here's some!

1) You may or may not be aware of [livejournal.com profile] magick4terri, an LJ-based fundraiser to help writer, artist and editor Terri Windling through a serious financial crisis. I've never met Terri, but her work in establishing urban fantasy, in creating a distinct aesthetic, in creating a space for certain kinds of art and fostering it at Endicott Studios has been a huge influence on what I do, and how, and has been crucial to tons of friends and our community.

So. I've posted an auction item here -- a signed, personalized first edition of Above to be delivered the second I get hands on one, as well as any bookmarks or swag that accumulates -- and if you're interested in bidding, go to. There's also some fantastic, droolworthy stuff being offered, so taking the time to browse it is, well, time well spent.

2) The YA Scavenger Hunt, organized by author Colleen Houck, is on from December 1 to 4th! She's corralled a whole bunch of YA authors into creating a scavenger hunt for your delectation, featuring not only a bucket of extra and secret material for a whole lot of awesome upcoming releases, but there are also fabulous prizes. Every author has a piece of secret content and a link to the next person on the hunt, and if you collect all the words marked in red and enter the contest before December 4th, you could win those fabulous prizes we mentioned up there.



My featured content is for author Lisa Nowak, and everything's at the website. The secret content for Above is...out there in the internets. Being secretive. Waiting to be caught.

3) The December Ideomancer has hit the wider Internets!

Our final issue for 2011 speaks on a winter topic: connection, and isolation, for the months when we here at Ideomancer headquarters are hemmed in most by the snow and dark, and reach out most to each other for light.

Michael John Grist’s "The Orphan Queen" shows, slantwise, the terribleness of isolation and the terrible bravery it takes to conquer it; Ken Schneyer’s "Neural Net", one of our first pieces of hyperfiction in much too long, echoes through its intertwined structure the ideas of withdrawal, and love, and hiding from the world; and Erica Satifka returns to our pages with "Signs Following", a soft, edged story about faraway places and the things we will do when our ties to both friends and universe are threatened.

Poetry from Mary Turzillo, Brit Mandelo, C.G. Olsen, and David C. Kopaska-Merkel dips from relationships to houses to black holes, all places to be alone together, and as always, the usual book reviews.

We’d also like to note another staff departure: Marsha Sisolak has been a part of Ideomancer since 2002, as a junior editor, then publisher, and then the aesthetic eye behind the art that goes up with every story and poem we publish, and after almost a decade in the small press coal mines, she’s moving on to focus more on her own (excellent!) writing. Thank you, Marsha – you’ll be missed!

As usual, we hope you enjoy this quarter’s issue, and if so, please consider dropping something into our tip jar. Ideomancer relies on reader donations to pay its contributors for their excellent fiction and poetry, and even five dollars makes a big difference.


So, consider yourselves all announced. Me, I'm going to get some lunch. Happy internetting!
Above's been getting invited to some nice places lately, lots of which are still to come in the new year, but one's open for your perusal today: Book blogger extraordinaire Lisa from Badass Bookie has kicked off her 2012 edition of the annual Debutante Event, and Above is one of this year's debs!

Aside from featuring (very fun) interviews and extras from a dozen debut authors, there are a small bucket of giveaways -- signed books, prize packs, swag, ponies, etc. -- and blog buttons, like so:




The event runs from December 1-25, and features:

Veronica Rossi (Under the Never Sky)
Jill Hathaway (Slide)
Leah Bobet (Above)
Elisa Ludwig (Pretty Crooked)
Megan Bostic (Never Eighteen)
Robin Bridges (The Gathering Storm)
Kristen Simmons (Article 5)
Brodi Aston (Everneath)
Jodi Meadows (Incarnate)
Jessica Spotwood (Born Wicked)
Robin Mellom (Ditched: A Love Story)
Miranda Kenneally (Catching Jordan)

I will be reading along with extreme concentration. The interview questions really were tons of fun, and I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone else had to say!

You should too!

(And now I am going to eat my lunch.)
November 3, 2011 Progress Notes:

"Five Autopsies"

Words today: 300.
Words total: 1500.
Reason for stopping: Sleepy.

Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.


Not exactly the most kickass of writing nights, but I am strangely tired. And several author-duty things came up that needed immediate attention, so most of my evening went thataway.

Above is starting to get some more prepub reviews (yes, I am fiendishly tracking comment with the unstoppable power of...GoogleAlerts):

Here's one from A Million Words, which says very nice things.

It has been a while since I read a book this lyrical. Seeing through Matthew's eyes, thinking his thoughts--I could almost believe that Safe is real. The prose is lovely, round, and vivid; at times it felt like poetry. At other times it felt like a painting come to life.


And here's Britt Leigh using it as a jumping-off point for some thoughts on diversity in fiction. Which is calming, to see someone saying that you did it passably right.

I don't know if I'm going to reliably blog reviews for this book: I do it for short stories, yes, but that's a bit of a different beast -- a much less contentious one, in some respects! -- and the volumes are much different. I guess for now, while they're still thin on the ground, I'll note them? But we'll see how things go later on?

In any case, if you want to weigh in with preferences as to that, this is the place.
leahbobet: (gardening)
Belated trip report is belated. Well, that's what happens when there's a convention on.

A bit of an odd and different WFC for me this weekend, and in some ways a bit of the same WFC it always is. Coming off a week of vacation might not be the best mental mode in which to do a con: I was impressively disinclined to do anything like programming. I did see one reading (Nalo Hopkinson's, on Friday afternoon, which was bunches of fun) and did two of my own (a quickie from Chilling Tales at the EDGE party, and then a chapter of Above late Saturday night), and attended Delia Sherman's book launch. Otherwise, that was the whole of my relationship with programming all weekend long.

What I did do? Mostly talk to people.

It's a different crowd at west coast conventions: a lot of people were there who I hadn't seen in a while (sometimes a space of years), and it was really nice to catch up with them over lunches, or dinner, or just hanging out somewhere in the massive hotel complex. And the hotel complex was massive, and actually terrifically creepy in this decaying-splendour-of-the-late-1950s sort of way: all the buildings looked vaguely alike, and the plants were maybe excessively lush (how were they watering all those roses with the water issues in California?), and there were a lot of very dark little alleyways between things which I felt disturbingly unsafe in, even though I'd been nipping about the Downtown Eastside not one week before. There was a story going around that someone had been there for a con in the late 1960s, and the place hadn't changed a bit. I'd believe it.

There were a lot of new-to-me people there too, or people I'd just known on the internet and not in real life, and it's always awesome to put a face to a name.

And then there were a lot of people I didn't see, or only saw in passing throughout the weekend. Again, size of space and quantity of attendees had to do with this: you could quite easily travel in one circle throughout the weekend and just not see certain other people for the whole time. There were a few people I only found out were there at midnight on Saturday night.

I think I am generally not going to do shoutouts: there were too many people involved, and my brain is too tired, and things have fuzzed to an alarming degree. Let's just leave it at: If I saw you, yay! If I didn't, boo!

Coincidentally -- or maybe not, because, as [livejournal.com profile] sora_blue pointed out, there was just the one reasonable direct flight home on Sunday -- she, and I, and [livejournal.com profile] msagara and her husband were all on the same flight home. So we cabbed to the airport together and hung out, and Chandra and I changed our seats so we could sit together (kinda pointless in the end; I dozed off inside half an hour of takeoff and slept the whole way home). And then I ran into my second cousin on the way out of the airport, cabbed home (tired), got some takeout hot and sour soup (the official meal of coming home from a trip and wanting hot food even though I cleared out the fridge before leaving and have no perishable food), and fell down into bed.

And...trip over.




Coming home after being away so long, and in so many places, feels very weird. My apartment felt cluttered, and my street too dark, and my computer screen weirdly laid out, and nothing reasserted as properly familiar until I crawled into bed, turned off the lamp, and the way the light from the streetlight outside falls through the window onto my walls and the view past the books on my bedside table just finally clicked. The clothing selection this morning felt absolutely decadent and excessive. I think I have gotten used to a certain spareness in my environment after ten days of hostel rooms and hotel rooms and the living rooms of friends, and living out of a suitcase small enough to carry on airplanes. I may have to reorganize my bedroom this week. I am feeling an excess of stuff.

Luckily, I could sleep in a bit this morning -- had two precious hours left of lieu time at work, and I planned ahead for jet leg/sleep-in purposes and used them on a late start this morning -- but I'm still a little tired and bemused, and I've had Walk on the Ocean stuck in my head since about half an hour after I got home. I am out of the loop on just about everything right now and don't half care.

I miss the ocean, I think. And redwoods. And Musical 1998. And [livejournal.com profile] subject_zero constantly making fun of me, and slow-paced things, and backpackers, and writers, and the wide, wide sky.

It is always much too quiet when you get home.




Laundry tonight, and groceries, and some e-mail I couldn't answer, as tired as I was, last night; shouldering myself gently back into my life to see if it still fits. And maybe doing some things differently; not more, just differently. The great theme of this year for me has been this long conversation about my time, and how I use it, and which are shining worthwhile things and which obligations should not actually obligate just because they're there, and the last week has most definitely been part of that.

And thus endeth the Great West Coast Jaunt of 2011.
leahbobet: (bat signal)
So. I'm going to be at the World Fantasy Convention in San Diego, California this year, and through luckily, I now have a schedule for it:

Saturday, 6pm
EDGE Books launch
In which I will be reading a smidgen from "Stay".

Saturday, 10:30pm, Pacific 4/5
Reading -- Leah Bobet
This is very late. Were it someone else's reading, I must admit you'd find me in the bar instead. But if you are so inclined, I will probably read something from Above, or maybe "Parable of the Shower" if people want that and such.


There's a bit of a pre-show to WFC this year: since it's far, and since I had a week of vacation left, I'm heading out tomorrow afternoon, across our great nation, to Vancouver for a couple of days. Then it's two days in Seattle, before the inevitable con next weekend. Trip-blogging may ensue; it all depends on what the wifi's like and how tired we are from walking by the end of the day.

Hope to see you all at WFC!
September 12, 2011 Progress Notes:

As-yet-untitled Shadow Unit DVD extra

Words today: 850, spread over a few days.
Words total: 850.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
The glamour: Tonight there were four social/volunteer engagements I probably could have gone to (and maybe should have), but convention weekends, as fun as they are, do kind of take it out of me. So I blew off everything and stayed in to work on Ideomancer stuff and arts grant applications all evening. And to finish writing this.

Arts grants applications have many moving parts. Tonight's work marathon was, in hindsight, a really, really good idea.


Can-Con was, in sum, small and tidy and quite a good time: everyone was really pleasant, the quality of the panel discussion (both the ones I was on and the ones I went to see) was really high -- there was a future of urban environments panel that any Toronto public space dork would have been happy to see -- and I have remembered that I like trains. They are very civilized. Also, I got to have quality time with [livejournal.com profile] kafkonia, [livejournal.com profile] deakat (who is a hero of the revolution for collecting me from the VIA station at 10:30 Friday night, dishevelled as I was), and [livejournal.com profile] monkeyman.

Saw a grand total of nothing of Ottawa, and missed seeing [livejournal.com profile] commodorified due to mishap, but I was in town for maybe 43 hours, and sometimes it can't be helped.

So that was that.

In other news, I've been slowly but steadily getting interview requests from bloggers interested in Above, and one of them has gone up this week at Spanish blog Soy Cazadora de Sombras y Libros. I link this one partially because I'm so floored by the dedication here: when so many people don't bother to read in their first language, loving books enough to read, and blog about it, and be an active participant in book culture in one's second or third language? Hardcore respect.

And that is about it for tonight, since tomorrow there is volunteer flyering early in the a.m., a gauntlet of book events in the p.m., and for all things must I be functional and awake.
Above seems to be available for preorder on Amazon.

I have to get back to stuff, but.

Squee!
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July 30, 2011 Progress Notes:

"On Roadstead Farm"

Words today: 500 on Monday, 650 today.
Words total: 6300.
Reason for stopping: The undergrads at the next table have turned to Middle Eastern politics, and the Tourette's-ish woman at the corner table is singing at top voice because nobody's paying attention to her, and productivity at the coffeeshop is officially over.

Darling du Jour: "That's not what I mean," Nat said, lean and sunburnt but still the same Nasturtium Blakely who'd played by the river with Tyler and me, forever frustrated that we were catching her imaginary lake trout wrong.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: wavered.

Mean Things: Being condescended to a bit by your bossy friend. Or, shoe on the other foot, the remarkable lack of self-preservation your friend whom you love is exhibiting. The way everyone keeps kicking you out of your own kitchen, dammit.
Research Roundup: Some southeastern US geography, which I am bad at; shellfish indigenous to the North Carolina coast; image reference for the insides of oyster shells; common German-American surnames; spices indigenous to the US; current crops of North Carolina; rice cultivation in the US; sheep-shearing seasons; sheep varieties; sheep reproduction cycles; things sheep eat.

Books in progress: Darren O'Donnell, Your Secrets Sleep With Me; Misha Glouberman and Sheila Heti, The Chairs are Where the People Go.
The glamour: Mild and lazy. Half the city is out of town for the long weekend, another quarter are at Caribana, and thus I can get a whole table! for hours and hours! in the coffeeshop, even on a Saturday afternoon.


Well, hello. I missed you too, LJ.

Lots of stuff on the Above front this week: Filled out a giant publicity questionnaire, did my second-pass proofreader's queries (three more clarifying questions to answer tonight, and that's finished entirely), had a playdate with Scholastic Canada to talk about Canadian marketing efforts and just see the office and such, and sold the second set of international rights for the book.

(Yes, the second. The first was just before Readercon, and I think I got too busy and never told you.)

So: Above will be readable in German, from Baumhaus, and now in Portuguese -- although in Brazil only -- from Novo Conceito, both publishers with pretty impressively diverse lists. Both of these editions drop in the next year and a half to two years. I will tell you when.

The other big thing that went on this week is that I pulled a ridiculous all-nighter to watch Toronto City Council's Executive Committee meeting in person on Thursday night/Friday morning, and while that sounds like a boring political nerd thing to do and a bad reason to spend an entire workday exhausted, it was in fact kind of ridiculously glorious. It also will probably merit its own post, later today or tomorrow.

And now I am almost out of battery, and beginning to grow irritable at the noisy people, and it's time to pack this thing up.
Oh, so lookit what the munificent editor tweeted my way this afternoon:



So between this, tonight's concert plans, and another bit of something that happened this morning, my day could not get better if you handed me fifteen attractive pirates and a gallon of whipped cream.*

*Which is not to say that if you have same, you should hold out on me here.
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:05 pm: Maybe I'm old fashioned, but some of these things make me say "No, I will not be tolerant and accepting of your alternate lifestyle. You need psychiatric help."
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:05 pm: But then I worry I might wake up one day and find I've joined the Westboro Baptist Church.
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:05 pm: (We have a neighbourhood in Ottawa called Westboro... I have never investigated what churches are present.)
[livejournal.com profile] beatriceeagle 10:07 pm: I think as long as you accept someone, you've got one up on the WBC.
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:07 pm: heh
[livejournal.com profile] katallen 10:08 pm: I believe the WBC are moderately tolerant of each other.
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:08 pm: There appears to be only a Unitarian Church in our Westboro.
[livejournal.com profile] cristalia 10:08 pm: Isn't it standard assumption now that the WBC aren't bigots, they're trolls?
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:08 pm: And I don't think the Westboro Unitarian Church would be quite the same.
[livejournal.com profile] cristalia 10:08 pm: Oh man, although now I want to start it.
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:09 pm: "We hate everyone, except all the people we tolerate."
[livejournal.com profile] beatriceeagle 10:09 pm: I think that if you act like a bigot all the time, it doesn't much matter.
[livejournal.com profile] beatriceeagle 10:09 pm: Ha!
[livejournal.com profile] cristalia 10:09 pm: You picket funerals with signs like "We accept your lifestyle and welcome your friendship."
[livejournal.com profile] beatriceeagle 10:09 pm: "We're sorry for your loss."
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:09 pm: "And those we accept."
[livejournal.com profile] kafkonia 10:09 pm: "But other than that -- WATCH OUT!"
[livejournal.com profile] cristalia 10:09 pm: "Can we get you anything? Drink? Cookie?"


In other news that is not about shit-disturbing on the Internet, today's e-mail has brought both a copyedited manuscript and an ISBN for Above. I give back the CEM next week, but the ISBN I may keep.

The new issue of Ideomancer is up, with fiction from returning author Sandra Odell, Emily Skaftun, and Su-Yee Lin; book reviews aplenty; and three poems from and an interview with our first featured poet in a while, Mari Ness.

Also, Chilling Tales has hit its Canadian release date and is available for those of you in the Canadas (if you are in the Americas or the UKs, you have to wait longer. Sorry.) This is the anthology that "Stay" is in, alongside a lot of very, very, very good Canadian horror writers. We are launching it at the bookstore in two weeks' time.

Aside from that? It is cold, and I am terrifically busy, although most of it is good busy.

I am ready, I think, for winter to be done now.
leahbobet: (gardening)
Tonight and tomorrow afternoon, I will be writing the acknowledgments page for Above.

I think I got everyone. But it's been a long haul on this project, and I'm not sure, and I don't want to miss people or exclude them.

If you should be on this page? Please do not be shy, and tell me so. Comments are screened.
leahbobet: (gardening)
I have finished the line edits that were in the inbox, and which my editor wanted me to go through. Or 99% finished them: there are two things I have to go back in and deal with, and I will do it tomorrow, because right now my brain hurts and I have been sitting in this desk chair for the better part of three days, which is bad for your knees. But I have gone through to the end of the draft, and will have this book back home not only on time, but early.

I am filled with a terrible and all-conusming urge to cook and cook and cook. High-flying trapeze stunt-cooking. Dim sum and red onion marmalade and pickled daikon and duck stock and home-dried organic apple rings. I want to go to the farmer's market, fill my little granny cart up with fresh vegetables, and make art.

I will have to go to work and stuff first. But after that? I'll be in my bunk kitchen. And there will be pictures.

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