Just sold a poem and two pieces of flash fiction to Electric Velocipede. The poem and one piece of flash will be in issue #20, and the other piece of flash will be in one of next year's issues.
I get gelato. :)
What my hair looks like when I wake up.
I don't actually look in mirrors, save when I am applying makeup, and then I really only look at my eyelashes or my lips, whatever bit of my face is currently most relevant.
The hotel in NYC had mirrors all over the place. Unavoidable.
First thing I noticed: my hair is long-ish again! The front layers only come down to a little below my shoulders, so I hadn't noticed that it was down to my bra strap in the back again.
Second thing I noticed: My butt looks really good in those jeans!
Wind Tunnel Dreams
Still looking at maybe doing that this week and/or next week, but I want to get that Shayara sequence down first; didn't get to yesterday, as I napped much of the day away.
Shopping. :P Which I hate, but the kid needs bras.
Yay water. <3
I don't tend to really let myself play often enough. I am the woman in charge, the person who Gets Things Done; I am a girl in a short skirt and a long jacket. But in the water, I let myself play.
Belated NYC Foodblogging
Meals of note:
Mesa Grill: Sixteen-spice duck breast with carrot-habanero sauce & chorizo-goat cheese tamale with thyme butter; glass of malbec; bites of appetizers (barbecued pork/Oaxaca cheese quesadilla and blue corn pancake with barcecued duck & habanero chile-star anise sauce) and desserts (chocolate corn bread pudding and coconut layer cake).
Norma's: Warm Black Forest ham and Brie crêpe roulades.
Sarabeth's: Pumpkin waffle topped with sour cream, raisins, pumpkin seeds and honey.
No Florida foodbloggery... simpler food here. Tortellini, a tuna platter at a deli.
Mm. Tired. Swimming = exercise as well as play, after all.