It’s been a week of deadlines of various kinds. I got through the initial editing for the short story collection, at least of the stories I had notes on from my editor/publisher. I had three student stories to workshop and I finished those. I had new photographs to order for the upcoming Archon art show and those are in. This morning I have to go get supplies for that from Art Mart.
And, unusually, this past weekend was filled with parties. Friday night with Jim and Maia, who are terrific people, wine connoiseurs and excellent cooks, who live in a terrific old house. Neither of us have been up quite so late in a long time. Then Saturday night over at Lucy’s new house for a pleasant evening with old friends, not quite as late. Yesterday, I worked.
This morning I’m working here, and of course what I intended to do and what I’m ending up doing are two different things, but…
I am working on a new short story. I had a terrific idea a few weeks ago and wrote the first couple of pages before having to attend to the Other Stuff in need of doing. Isn’t that how it goes? And now the dryer isn’t working right. One more thing.
But this weekend is Archon and I have things pretty well prepared for that. The only thing lacking is a Big Announcement about a new novel coming out. I’ve become so accustomed to that state of affairs now that I don’t know how I’d react anymore if I did have news.
I’ll talk about the oddments and curios of Archon next week. Meantime, an image upon which to contemplate my return. Something…enigmatic….
