So in pieces your sons and in pieces your daughters come back to you.

August 28, 2011 Progress Notes:

"Shine a Light"

Words today: 200.
Words total: 750.
Reason for stopping: Leeetle too hyper to write something this stark.

Darling du Jour: This time it’s Basra. Aleksei leads her into the washroom on a constant murmur of apologies, and when they come back her second pinky finger’s sheared to the bottom joint.

Mean Things: Cutting people's fingers off. Blooooood. Not getting to feel it when your boyfriend wants to have fun sexytimes.
Research Roundup: N/A.

Books in progress: Wayson Choy, The Jade Peony.
The glamour: Booked my hostelling arrangements and such for my pre-WFC trip to Vancouver tonight. My internal notion of Vancouver is in the space triangulated by Douglas Coupland, Matthew Good, and the Robert Pickton murders. It is sort of like Canada's Own Gotham City.

I am so excited here.

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Yes. So, Vancouver.

As a filthy bribe added incentive to encourage me to go to World Fantasy this year, I have thrown my last week of vacation at a pre-convention trip: Vancouver, a few days in Seattle, and then San Diego for the convention. Part of this is so I can see some friends who have moved out west this summer (including two members of my old gaming group, who are both quite dear to me). Part of it is so I can walk the city proper and thereby, maybe, get what I need to write Indestructible, which is now buzzing in my head like a toddler on drugs since it heard we're taking a trip.

Part of it is just the sheer pleasure of being in a different time zone than my to do list for a bit.

So I'm going to Vancouver. And then Seattle. And then San Diego, and WFC.

I see you there?