Emptiness black against monochrome bright--

[leahbobet]

January 23, 2010 Progress Notes:

"Stay"

Words today: 1000.
Words total: 2650.
Reason for stopping: Twice what I was hoping for, and a good place to stop. Besides, I'm hungry.

Darling du Jour: This wasn't an old community; nobody here could point and say This is where my father's house sat. Sunrise had been built, deliberate and slow like a snow dune: people washed up in town on the highway between north Alberta and the city. The right ones stayed.

Mean Things: Wendigoes with a chance of wendigoes. The way grocery distribution lines and costs work in the Far North, basically meaning that some grown adults just got to eat their first fresh orange. Though I do have to fact-check that next draft.
Research Roundup: Tree species of the Arctic treeline; snow dunes; grocery distributors in the Northwest Territories; Dene male photo references; standard first aid for concussion; Inuit family names; prisons in NWT or northern Alberta.

Books in progress: Sheila Heti, Ticknor.
The glamour: Long, leisurely Indian buffet lunch with friend Lindsey (including two helpings of beautiful green garlicky kale with raita on it om nom nom nom), followed by tea. After which I failed to pick up my dry cleaning, having missed the closing time by five minutes. Ah well. And there was some apartment-tidying. And I should put away clean laundry here before bed.

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Oof. Good solid night there. Although since Dayjob is going to conspire to keep me away from this tomorrow and Monday, that is for the best.

So, while I'm here:

"Mister Oak" is racking up a few reviews: Soyka at Black Gate says: "If, like me, you quickly start to tire with the whole fey talking tree and shrub conceit, hang in there for a considerably powerful ending," (pretty much the whole review) and it's the story recommendation of the week at Fantastic Reviews. Apparently I am only the fourth author to get two different recs on this blog; the others are Paolo Bacigalupi, yuki_onna, and aliettedb. Good company, that.

Also, someone considers me Authors to Watch Out For and/or Up and Coming on the Asimov's forum. I admit that some days, yes, I should be watched out for. Especially if you have that garlicky kale stuff. Nom.

Okay. Dinner, dishes, and then if I'm really good, laundry-folding. Endless glamour is the writer's life. *g*

Comments

[tithenai.livejournal.com]

*longs for writerly productivity*
*growls at self reprimandingly, pointing out miles of slush to wade through*
*whimpers*

But, to the important part of this comment:

Especially if you have that garlicky kale stuff

PLEASE TO EXPLAIN!

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Oh man. I had it at Indian buffet yesterday and it was so good. I looked at the restaurant's website menu just now, trying to find the dish name? But it's not there. I think it might have been just something they made for the buffet.

Anyways, it was this lovely dark green stir-fried kale with a little bit of oil on it and gaaaarlic and when you put some raita on it it turned into the best day ever. And I would happily commit mild larceny to score some more/the recipe.

[deakat]

Have I mentioned yet how very much I want to read "Stay"? Perhaps I will console myself with Ravenous in the meantime.

Also, this week I shared "The Parable of the Shower" with a friend who was in need of cheering-up. She particularly enjoyed the passage relating to loofah placement.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank you. I apologize for Writing Slow.

(It's actually funnier if you know that my loofah/sponge object is a goofy pink hippo with a lavender loofah tutu.)