Spiffy day today. My houseguests and I bestirred ourselves at a reasonable hour, puttered around here a bit, then headed across the river to brunch at Fuller’s Coffee Shop, then on to Powell’s. Don’t hold it against them, but my friends are not genre folks, so they headed off to other rooms while I went […]

Morrigan Books has made a Facebook page for Eel River—check it out! In other news: delightful houseguests here last night and today. We went out to dinner at Savoy, then met up with Miss Q for a whiskey tasting at the Whiskey Soda Lounge and then dessert at Pix. Today: brunch across the river, and

A more energetic day today, though I’m definitely ready for bed now. I had some quality time in the garden–I was preparing to go outside when the skies opened up. It poured for half an hour or so, then cleared, so I went for it. I was digging out lilac suckers, with their long deep

Hmm. Almost more exhausted today than yesterday. Maybe it was the short sleep, the going to work, the errands, the house stuff, the short story writing, the freelance work, the (sort of) getting caught up on correspondence, the 45-minute swim, the dealing with bank stuff, the the the the…. Anyway. Tomorrow should be quieter. No

I am back at home, safe and sound, after a nearly eventless (but LONG!) driving day. I do so love those drives, for all the thinking-time. But, alas, they are exhausting, so you don’t get to hear about any of that thinking tonight, nor about the marvelous weekend. Tomorrow, with any luck. 🙂 Now: sleep.

Just a flyby post, with a few photos. I had a great time with my brother–we talked a ton, ate a couple of fabulous meals, and went for a vigorous and satisfying hike, where we saw a splendiferous waterfall. His dog wondered why in the world we didn’t want to play in the water with

Safe in California…oh man this weather! Interestingly, the whole drive in Oregon was lovely; blizzards started soon after the border crossing. Go figure. I saw more snow today than I did all winter. As in, snow falling, and me driving through it. Then a bunch of rain. Here in Marin County: more rain, and thunder

Tomorrow I am off to California again, leaving at OMG o’clock, driving all day and seeing my brother in the evening. Friday I pick up Mark at the San Jose airport so we can make ready to be at the wedding of Chaz and Karen on Saturday. And then Sunday we go see Mark’s parents,

Here’s what I did this evening: Which is a page (indeed the first page) from here: And the story is here. I cannot imagine how incredibly maddening it would be to find that your first sentence had somehow, inexplicably, been omitted from your published novel!!! But Mary Robinette is a gracious, lovely, clever woman, and

Sometimes, as I’m editing this novel that I used to think was so good, I swear a crazy person wrote it. Had she ever even READ A BOOK before? Has she even HEARD of the concept of plot? I’m at the point where it all should be coming together, and it’s all like, Random insanity!