Awarded!

OooOOOooh! My friend Angell has bestowed up on me the Wonder Woman Blogger award!

She says, "So, I'm awarding this Wonder Woman Blogger award to the following women who amaze me all the time: Dayle over at Enchantments, because she IS a wonder, she IS a woman, and when I grow up, I wanna be just like her."

I'm humbled and pleased and blushing furiously. Thank you, Angell!

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Favorite Bands/Artists

1. Styx

2. Gowan (he counts, because I was a fan of him as a solo artist more than a decade before he joined Styx!)

3. The rest of the Styx-Related Products

4. Evanescence

5. Loreena McKennitt

6. Blackmore’s Night

7. Queensrÿche

8. Kate Bush

9. Annie Lennox

10. Marillion (both incarnations)/Fish

11. Led Zeppelin

12. Wagner

13. Runrig

(After the first three, the rest are in no specific order except the order in which I thought of them.)

My eyes just rolled into the back of my head

(which makes it unsurprisingly hard to type)

Joss Whedon and Eliza Dushku, back on TV, together.

Articles here and here.

I weep with joy.

However, they cancelled all the Buffy Musical Singalongs, so I am also shattered. Info and link to a petition to reinstate them here.

This is too much emotional upheaval for one afternoon. I think I have to go lie down now.

Happy Halloween!

Biscuits or death

Goals for This Week:

• High Spirits: 1K/day minimum for the first few days, ramping up to 1.5K/day thereafter.
  
• 1.5 to 2 short stories. I’ve barely started the first one, but I like where it’s going. Ideally I want to finish five new stories by the end of November, leaving four for December.
  
• Tweak two stories that are currently out being critted and get them mailed off.
  

This week, shouldn’t be a problem. Next week…yeesh. Three Shaw/Blades shows, which will take us away for one night and involve a couple of very full days, culminating in jetting up to Oregon from the third show. So I’m really going to have to focus my time and energies, and stay organized.

Once we’re in OR, it’ll be a little easier because Ken will be working 9-5. Being away from home means I have fewer distractions, so maybe I can up my wordcount on those days to make up for the days that will no doubt see slippage.

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Morgana and I did some shopping today. First we went to Zoey’s Café, where we had incredible cheddar-broccoli soup, and I had a half toasted Brie sandwich and Caesar salad and she had a half grilled cheese sandwich and a Caesar salad. What was funny was when we were first perusing the menu, and I said, “I know what I’m having,” and she said, “the Brie sandwich?” Because I’m so predictable. What was also funny is that when the food was actually in front of us, we barely spoke. We just made happy eating noises. She did ask me how my sandwich was, and I growled “Numnumnum” and she giggled.

Then we went to the British shop so I could get more PG Tipps, because I was out and reduced to drinking Tazo “Awake” tea. A small packet of chocolate digestive biscuits leapt into my hand and insisted on coming home with me, too.

We pottered about in a used bookstore (not great) and whatnot, and then drove to the mall to see what Hot Topic had in the way of Halloween goodies. I tried on a Scottish schoolgirl skirt (okay, but not Must Have) and a potential concert top that didn’t fit at all. After a swing through Torrid (where I tried on two potential concert tops that didn’t bare nearly enough cleavage) we went to Victoria’s Secret because she needed a bra. To my delight, they have pushup bras in my size. Well, mostly my size. In the size of half of my chest. They didn’t quite fit, but soon.

After that, we were completely knackered, so we came home and had tea and digestive biscuits. Neither of us actually enjoy clothes shopping, although we enjoy finding ‘80s things and squealing with delight.

I then had about an hour to poke at various projects until Melanie showed up for my massage, and then I ate dinner (having failed to convince Melanie that we needed to go out to dinner) and talked to Ken and wrote and watched a bit of TV.

All our yesterdays

Yesterday was like this:

Received comp copies of Hide and Seek. Shiny!

Realized, out of the blue, that after carefully designing, printing, folding, labeling, stamping, and mailing Samhain cards, that I forgot to sign the damn things.

Rain! It’s raining! Not a lot, though. Wish it would rain buckets and put out the fires.

Decided at 4:30 p.m. that I was depressed and didn’t want to go to the party without Ken, dammit, pout. Got over it.

Helped with party prep, enjoyed party immensely. All the pictures of me are on Morgana and Brian’s camera, though.

Today is like this:

Woke up at 7 a.m. with, well, the heaviest period (by far) I’ve had in 15 years. Me, amazed, “It’s like Carrie! Happy Halloween!” Decided to stay in bed, skip today’s party (which means I get to munch on a veggie platter for a week), and cocoon.

Dammit, why is it sunny? It should be overcast or, even better, raining.

Oooh. Bath. Mmm.

Cannot function. Attempt napping. I am the world’s worst napper. Before and after attempted nap (some sleep did, astonishingly, occur), read The House With the Clock in Its Walls by John Bellairs, which terrified me as a child. Not so terrifying now, but quite a wonderful book. Bonus: It’s illustrated by Edward Gorey. Must now acquire all John Bellairs’ books.

Mindless TV = good.

Work on RWA proposal. Start new anthology story. Answer e-mail. Not an entirely unproductive day.

Sleep now. Imperative.

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Currently Reading: Blood Trail, Tanya Huff
Lately Listened To: zzzzz
Recently Watched: Ghost Hunters