April 3rd, 2008


not bad, mark ii

Sheer exhaustion sent me to bed around 10pm last night, and consequently sheer wakefulness got me up around 6:30 this morning.

This combination, plus a bit of sheer bloody-mindedness, got me 8K today. I have another hour, technically, before my writing day is officially over, but my brain was already wearing out 1200 words ago, so I think I’m going to just take my 8K and go home. Or something. Even though I feel vaguely guilty about not writing until 7pm, which is my end-time. Stupid brain.

Various bits: when we went into SubCity (the Dublin comic shop we particularly like) on Friday, it was to discover the guy who isn’t Rob who works there blasting Dire Straits’s “Romeo & Juliet” and dancing around behind the counter singing at the top of his lungs. It was awesome. I sang too. Best Dire Straits song evah.

At the end of P-Con Frank gave me two awesome presents: one is a Princess Doll Maker, because a few months ago on Facebook somebody had a birthday and was a princess! for it, and I said I wanted to be a princess too! and so Frank’s been calling me princess, and now I’ve got a little princess doll making kit that I’m totally looking forward to making a princess doll with. :)

He also gave me a phoenix egg, guaranteed to hatch sometime in the next 500 years. It’s sitting on my desk, under the lamp where it will keep warm, and in a teddy bear’s lap so when the lamp is off the warm fuzzy bear will keep it warm.

Also, Sunday evening I was standing around with Maura McHugh and, uh, Sarah Brennan, whose LJ I can’t find right now, who are both 6′ or very nearly or slightly more in height, and it was a very rare occasion when I felt /short/ standing around with women. Because I’m not short: I’m 5′8″, or close enough for government work, and it’s quite startling to realize the women you’re standing with are towering over you!

…I have got craploads of emails to answer, and am absolutely 110% out of give-a-shit right now. Maybe after dinner.

ytd wordcount: 138,000
miles to Minas Tirith: 241.9

(x-posted from the essential kit)

ten years on…

Ten years ago, in April 1998, Trip mentioned keeping a list of books he’d read, an idea inspired by (ultimately) by Chrisber’s 9th grade librarian. I thought it sounded like a good idea. The 10th is actually the official Start Date for my booklist, but I figure that 1. I’ll forget on the actual date, and 2. I’m not likely to finish more than the one book I’m reading right now (REVELATION SPACE, Alistair Reynolds) between now and then anyway.

I just looked. In the last 10 years, I’ve read 903 books and graphic novels, plus a handful of others I’ve forgotten to record (I know I’ve forgotten a few because a couple times I’ve gone to look up the original read-date on something I know I’ve read, but it’s not on the list).

Probably because I’m profoundly abnormal, I actually find that number a little depressing. It’s not even a hundred books a year, which I feel is really the absolute minimum I should be reading. Of course, I suppose I’ve got 9 months of 1998 recorded, and only the first 3 months of 2008, so maybe I can pull up my average by the end of the year.

Hm, while I’m doing metrics, I started my Eowyn Challenge in April of 2003, and have walked 2953.9 miles around Middle Earth in the years since.

(x-posted from the essential kit)