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The road going ever on and on
Not much to actually talk about these days: revising continues apace, with a hiccup in the form of my favourite tea shop/work hangout closing last week. RIP, T Cafe. I will miss your smoked duck sandwich and the triple-decker grilled cheese and the pitchers of brewed iced white tea that were only a couple bucks each, and now I need to find somewhere else to work that has wifi and plugs that work and actually stays open to a decent evening hour.
The rest of the week's been taken up by little things: setting up the wireless router, finally; hanging posters; mac and cheese at the Vic; figuring out the shopping list for the housewarming party this weekend; marathoning Vampire Diaries with Dr. My Roommate; a fruit pick down by College that netted me eleven pounds of fresh red grapes. Figuring out what to do with eleven pounds of fresh red grapes, which is still in progress.
I am knitting a fuzzy sweater, because it is cold.
Some scattered writery half-news stuff going on, in the middle of all the revising:
Unfortunately Best American Fantasy is closing up shop. Because there won't be an anthology this year, they've posted the list of stories that were under consideration for the fourth volume, and "Six" is included.
The full nomination stats for this year's Hugos are up, and as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky would put it, apparently "Sugar" came twenty-first out of five, with 11 nominations. This is ultimately meaningless, but rather neat: both for me and for the rest of the Shadow Unit crew.
And my fingers are cold, so it's back to knitting. And vampires. And knitting.
The rest of the week's been taken up by little things: setting up the wireless router, finally; hanging posters; mac and cheese at the Vic; figuring out the shopping list for the housewarming party this weekend; marathoning Vampire Diaries with Dr. My Roommate; a fruit pick down by College that netted me eleven pounds of fresh red grapes. Figuring out what to do with eleven pounds of fresh red grapes, which is still in progress.
I am knitting a fuzzy sweater, because it is cold.
Some scattered writery half-news stuff going on, in the middle of all the revising:
Unfortunately Best American Fantasy is closing up shop. Because there won't be an anthology this year, they've posted the list of stories that were under consideration for the fourth volume, and "Six" is included.
The full nomination stats for this year's Hugos are up, and as
papersky would put it, apparently "Sugar" came twenty-first out of five, with 11 nominations. This is ultimately meaningless, but rather neat: both for me and for the rest of the Shadow Unit crew.And my fingers are cold, so it's back to knitting. And vampires. And knitting.
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