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ArtLog: beads!
Wow, that was fast. My FedEx packages are here. I mailed them in New York three days ago.

(Good idea, that. Beads are heavy, and carrying that many on the train and the plane and everything would make this Lioness fall over.)

You know what this means, right? I get to WOOOOOORK today! (And to figure out whether I left the wrong opals in New York, but that's relatively minor.) However, I still have that story to revise, lest

catherineldf have to thump me.

Current Mood: beads! shiny!

our story so far....
For those of you who came to this journal at or after World Fantasy Convention recently, here's a summary of the past two years which probably explains a lot.

I'm looking forward to better days, and doing my best to make them come true now.

ArtLog: more words and more beads.
The story's revised. I have to let it sit for a little bit and then take a third pass at it. Meanwhile, I think I'll open that third box of beads and see if there are indeed opals in it, or if they're in Brooklyn as I am beginning to suspect.

Update: No opals. Brooklyn, then. Oh, well. They're safe with friends.

In other news, I am reminded again that being on deadline is conducive to tunnel vision: I forgot that I had a conference to attend today. Oh, well. At least the story's done. And I'll go tomorrow. Still, I feel like a right doofus, I do. At least nobody was depending on me to be there or anything, so I didn't let anybody down.

going out. whee!
OK, I have that post-revisions burst of energy, and have resolved to be sociable, at least a little. To that end, I have put on my new outfit in midnight blue velvet and shimmery jewel tones, the one with the en deshabille collar that

tnh assures me is teh sexay, and I am going downtown to hear

catherineldf and some other nice people read. (It's a cocktail thingie, hence the fancy duds.)

Have a good evening, whatever you're up to. (And what are you up to, anyway?)