kit (mizkit) wrote,
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URBAN SHAMAN has officially been reprinted and is in the warehouse awaiting anybody who wants to order it. That's my first novel, guys. It's gone into a second printing. In trade paperback. *stupid, stupid grin* (Holy cow. About 5K copies have been reprinted, apparently. That's pretty good!)

Perhaps in order to keep me from getting too full of myself, I seem to have lost the battle with this cold I've been fighting, and my nose is very full of snot. I don't have a very big nose. I am continuously in awe of how much snot it can produce.

Boy. The cold is mucking with my brain. Can't hold many thoughts in my head at once. (I *can* write fiction while sick. I just have to keep one thought in my head at a time for that. Maybe tomorrow I should work on SBX4.)

Ted had a physical therapy meeting today, so I went into Cork with him to indulge in some Retail Therapy (I was feeling sick and stressy, although, as I pointed out to Ted, Retail Therapy generally makes me grumpy, so he thought it was pretty funny I wanted to indulge in it). I did _very well_. I tromped around for an hour and a half going into lots of different stores and even tried some things on and didn't get grumpy!

Unfortunately, Ted was gone for 3 hours. :) My back and feet and shoulder hurt by the time he was done, and I wasn't so much hungry as desperate to sit down (though judging from the fact that it's now 6 hours later and I'm not particularly hungry now either, I'd say it's the cold affecting my appetite). I got my sorts back after I got off my feet, and we went to the English Market and to Other Realms after eating, and came home in the pouring rain. *laugh* It was raining harder than I thought, or I'd have said we should call a cab from the train station, but instead we huddled under the one rather small umbrella we had and charged up to an lar, clinging to each other and giggling. Halfway there I commented about the cab, and Ted said, "Yeah, but this was funnier." *laugh* I married a good guy. :)

I did get hit on by a good-looking Nigerian man (I'm guessing at the Nigerian part, making that particular guess because there seem to be a great number of Nigerian immigrants here) while I was waiting for Ted. He said he'd seen me and fallen in love from a long way away. *laugh* I did not tell him that if I was single I'd let him take me to lunch. *laugh*

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