I *finally* managed to sit down and do some writing. It has now been sent off to
staxxy for proof-reading. Maybe, just maybe, I might be able to get it posted sometime tomorrow.
But now, it is time for a bath and a trashy vampire novel. And maybe ice cream.
But now, it is time for a bath and a trashy vampire novel. And maybe ice cream.
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So, were your ears burning this evening? I was talking about you with a Welsh woman named Geraldine; it was all positive, about how fabulous you were. (She was in the carpool group someone put together for a Hugo House event tonight.)
One of these days, we should have tea or coffee or something. I miss chatting with you. Maybe you and your spousal unit would venture to Duvall for dinner sometime in March, as a send-off for Ms. Uberheblich? Or maybe meet somewhere in the middle and have dinner. Let me know.
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Are you going to post your writings so we may gaze upon them with awe?