A Twist of Things to Come

Well, over at GC, our dear Pearce has been offered a sweet deal to get in pre-release movie screenings, so YAY!. Then I was out of the loop for a bit and didn't publish her latest review until yesterday. *facepalm*

At least it's up now. Pandorum - We're All Gonna Die Without Thorazine.

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I did accomplish stuff this weekend, though. I got the next bit of HMOWK off to the betas (both special volunteer and regular), polished up a story to submit to an actual market this week (eeek), and had a good chat with hominysnark about our novel projects (Wheee! More Silvertongue!).

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Finally caught up with the BFF on Skype. She's concerned that she might not be able to bike to work much longer, because the huge amounts of snow they get in Rochester would make it dangerous. I had a moment of disconnect, because damn the weather isn't still in the 90s here. The high was Ninety-Two Degrees Fahrenheit yesterday. It's the end of September, people! In Atlanta it's been in the mid to high 70s for weeks (with floods, yeah, but the temperature is usually about that by this time of year). It got me thinking.

My new life plan includes finding a way to live in Vancouver in the summer, New Orleans in the winter (well, okay, we'll need to get here before Halloween, because I doubt I'll want to miss Halloween in NOLA) and spring and the temperate fall in either Georgia or the southern Appalachian mountains. That means I'll need two semi-permanent addresses and at least a cabin somewhere.

This might take me a few years. *sigh*

In all seriousness, though, I need to spend some time in the Pacific Northwest. It appeals to me a lot.

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Went to the French Quarter yesterday. Nearly died in the French Market (which is an open-air market sort of like a Flea Market). Bonded with Wee Boy near the statue of Joan of Arc, talking about her story. He also really, really wanted a quill at this one place (partly because of the Harry Potter connection) but then really seemed to geek out on the calligraphy sets. Good thing, because today is his birthday. :) His hand writing is terrible, so if he digs calligraphy, it can only help that, right?

Big Boy bought some red sealing wax and a pentagram seal to use on his soul contracts. Did I mention that he wrote up a form contract, and persuaded many of his friends to sell him their souls for ice pops or the bits of his school lunches he didn't want? He keeps them in a file folder labeled "Souls." I wonder if I should be worried about that...

Happy Birthday to my Wee Boy! My baby is TEN. His party isn't until the middle of next month, due to him wanting to have it in Atlanta. I can't blame him -- all his friends are still there. Poor woobie.

We're having a special dinner and some presies tonight, though. Plus, he's getting lots of well-wishers calling him.

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I've re-written a story to submit to a market, and the submission deadline is the end of the month, so ... two days. hominysnark has done a good nit-picking on it, but I've tweaked it since then, and I suspect a fresh set of eyes would help.

It's a m/m fantasy genre piece, but nothing graphic. If any of you is willing to nit-pick it for me, I would be very grateful. I know it's short notice, but without deadlines, I never submit anything. *weak smile*