Today's source of unmitigated glee

Okay, so you guys remember this guy? This planter of great balcony rail-sitting love which, due to its ability to get all sunlight ever, gave me beans and peas well into October?



I bought two more of those suckers at Canadian Tire this afternoon.

Come Planting Day, my life is going to rock. *bouncebouncebounce*

The Birthdays of the Words

There are birthdays tonight.

First off, it is "Sugar"'s birthday: it goes live at Shadow Unit within the hour. I admit to nerves about this. If you're a fan, whee! Hope you enjoy! If you're hoping to get into it, the shockingly dedicated and industrious fans have put together a master chronology that tells you where to start. And if you're just interested in finding out what I was swearing about for three months or more there, well, now you can know.

For those of you who haven't yet heard about the whole Shadow Unit thing, it's an interactive online hyperfiction environment, of sorts. Or, more clearly, it's a long, collaborative, ongoing narrative, currently written by a cast of award-nominated-and-winning SFF authors including coffeeem, matociquala, truepenny, stillsostrange, and blackholly, licensed under creative commons, with an active fan community and a whole lot of fun. They let me play with their toys for this episode. It was nice of them.

Go read. *g*

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The other birthday tonight is Above's. Yes, kids: Above is two.

I didn't bake it a cake like last year; in Book Years (like Dog Years) it is now an indolent, leeching twentysomething who's moved back into the basement and needs to go out and get a job so I can continue planning Freedom 55. But I did write it a synopsis tonight. This means two things: firstly, that the next time I get tantrumy and threaten to throw it out right! now! I might actually be able to make good on that threat. The submission package is ready. I sub this book very soon now.

Secondly, it's nice to skim through your book as you're synopsizing it and realize it's actually pretty good.

(Oh, Above. It's a good thing you're pretty, or it would have been the burlap sack and the river a long time ago. *adoring sigh*)

So, um. Happy birthday, little book? :)