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The word on the street is "limping."
September 24, 2011 Progress Notes:
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 200.
Words total: 2675.
Reason for stopping: I think I just went to bed after. These were last night's, and I don't remember.
Darling du Jour: N/A.
Mean Things: N/A.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
Today wasthe annual festival of book debauchery Word on the Street, and a gorgeous one: hot, summery temperatures, big blue sky, a slightly insane amount of people crowded into Queen's Park. We had a posse! We wandered! We bought books! We got very achy and tired!
Saw a lot of the usual suspects -- the CZP folks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
davidnickle and Madeline, Stephen and Greg of Xeno's Arrow, Tara Tallan, cszego and the rest of the Merrill Collection folks, the usual HWA contingent -- and a lot more of the less-usual ones. I've been meeting more and more people from the CanLit end of things this summer, and they were pretty much all in attendance: publicists, subrights agents, magazine editors, book bloggers, etc. etc. etc. And so were a lot of the public space people. Worlds collided. Matter and antimatter met. I did more authoring than expected, and my friends laughed at me behind their hands.
But the important bit: the haul.
Municipal Mind: Manifestos for the Creative City, Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
Eye Lake, Tristan Hughes
Monoceros, Suzette Mayr
The Dead Kid Detective Agency, Evan Munday
Social Acupuncture: A Guide to Suicide, Performance and Utopia, Darren O'Donnell
Blank Slate Volume Zero: Condopocalypse Now! and Blank Slate Volume One: Death of a Spearholder, Dave Proctor
Black Eyed Kids, Ian Rogers
Holding Still For As Long As Possible, Zoe Whittall
There are several items of squee in there, notably Evan Munday's book, another Zoe Whittall (!!!) and Monoceros, which I have really, really, really been wanting to read. Acquisitions will be spread gently between my library books and rationed out to last through the long, cold winter.
The bedside pile of books is teetering precariously again, which is sort of how we like it. My feet hurt. And all is well with the world.
Back to Dayjob tomorrow. Farewell, fall drafting utopia.
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 200.
Words total: 2675.
Reason for stopping: I think I just went to bed after. These were last night's, and I don't remember.
Darling du Jour: N/A.
Mean Things: N/A.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
Today was
Saw a lot of the usual suspects -- the CZP folks,
davidnickle and Madeline, Stephen and Greg of Xeno's Arrow, Tara Tallan, cszego and the rest of the Merrill Collection folks, the usual HWA contingent -- and a lot more of the less-usual ones. I've been meeting more and more people from the CanLit end of things this summer, and they were pretty much all in attendance: publicists, subrights agents, magazine editors, book bloggers, etc. etc. etc. And so were a lot of the public space people. Worlds collided. Matter and antimatter met. I did more authoring than expected, and my friends laughed at me behind their hands.But the important bit: the haul.
Municipal Mind: Manifestos for the Creative City, Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
Eye Lake, Tristan Hughes
Monoceros, Suzette Mayr
The Dead Kid Detective Agency, Evan Munday
Social Acupuncture: A Guide to Suicide, Performance and Utopia, Darren O'Donnell
Blank Slate Volume Zero: Condopocalypse Now! and Blank Slate Volume One: Death of a Spearholder, Dave Proctor
Black Eyed Kids, Ian Rogers
Holding Still For As Long As Possible, Zoe Whittall
There are several items of squee in there, notably Evan Munday's book, another Zoe Whittall (!!!) and Monoceros, which I have really, really, really been wanting to read. Acquisitions will be spread gently between my library books and rationed out to last through the long, cold winter.
The bedside pile of books is teetering precariously again, which is sort of how we like it. My feet hurt. And all is well with the world.
Back to Dayjob tomorrow. Farewell, fall drafting utopia.