July 14th, 2005


Thor's Day!

Happy early birthday to iroshi!

Adam's home from work today. Wish I had time to take off; I'm actually probably not going to get paid for part of Monday. Ach. Oh well. Upshot of this - I had to drive to work today, so I haven't taken my meds yet. I shall do so now. Usual stuff's there, anyway. EDIT: Tongue numb. Brainweird. Coordination off. SERIOUSLY fucking nauseous.

Did the lightning-round of packing this morning; packed more clothes than usual because I will sometimes have to wear skirts but not all day, so! two outfits for some days.

Still fit everything into half a carryon suitcase. Because I am tiny and therefore my clothes are tiny.

Forgot socks, though. Adam, remind me to pack socks!

Plain white t-shirt and jeans. "Kosher" panties, "All About Me" socks.

Going to be re-reading Mary Doria Russell's The Sparrow on the plane so I can give it to docorion.

Well, duh. :)

Places You Haunt

I nutshelled! Go me!

Read: I was able to describe Places You Haunt - the Tam Lin aspect, at least - to mgrasso in very brief!

So. Here.

Places You Haunt is told through the viewpoint of Sara, who's lived in Vegas for four years and become a best friend to Doodle and a mother figure to his adopted daughter, Kaylin - the birth-daughter of my seven-years-dead Janet and Tam Lin characters.

Seven years. Which means the time for the tithe is coming 'round again.

Sara knew life around here was weird, but not *how* weird - not until Doodle's old friends, the people who were *there* seven years ago and fled in defeat and disgrace, start returning, and through them she starts piecing together what happened.


It's also my examination of how stories, legends, begin; how people retroactively become heroes; the nature of story and cycles and the under-magic of things and places.

I should bring the story-so-far on the plane and see if I get sparked to wander some more in that world.

My problem: I have too many stories all competing for the front burner...
Fizzgig! - velvetsteel

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*deep breath*



Too much stuff. Overwhelmed 'song.


Happy Bastille Day!

I go offline now, to resurface in Boston...