Back in Portland. 95 degrees on arrival. Words are expensive. Photos are cheap.
Brought another load of Mark’s stuff down, in anticipation of his moving in at the end of the month, and his apartment is definitely looking like Temporary Space:
Last night, because reasons, we did a photoshoot for the cover of A Sword in the Sun (book two of the Nightcraft Quartet). Brilliant Editor made a great Dead Guy; our Callie model is amused by feline bad behavior.
(the cover will be Callie stumbling across a real-life tableau of the Ten of Swords, and being suitably shocked. Not doubled over in laughter, at cats walking across the corpse.) (though cats would totally do that.)
Which reminds me: I forgot to share the finished product of our last photoshoot, even though I promised I would:
Which is gorgeous and creepy and cool!
So, on our way down to Portland, with a carful of stuff, we stopped off for a (late) breakfast meeting with Katie, my Evil Girlfriend publisher, and she handed me two proofing copies of the anthology, WHICH COMES OUT FRIDAY AI YI YI, and they look so gorgeous, LOOK YOU ALL THEY ARE ACTUALLY BOOKS REAL LIVE BOOKS!!!
Also, after three years of trying, with very disappointing results, I harvested Brandywine tomatoes!
We had the Biggest Caprese Salads Evar, and lo, they were delicious.
And that’s the news from here. Surely it’s bedtime. Despite still being over 80 degrees in here. For serious, this has been an astonishing summer. I might get spoiled.