sundries

- My elbow is fucked. Not a little fucked, but FUCKED. I think I know what's going on though, and it's not hyper-extension, but the same thing that's wrong with my knees that I've learned how to work around. I'm going to buy a brace and go back to fencing Wednesday very carefully. If that doesn't work, I'll get accupuncture on it or something while I start to learn to fence right-handed.

- I am now well into writing book 2. No panic yet. If I can finish all the questions for the first three chapters tonight, I'm well on track to my first deadline (Monday).

- Library event in Queens this weekend.

- Oscar party this weekend.

- Some progress being made on novel with Kali.

- No progress is being made on my novel, which is, as ever, STUPID. Of course I get like this when I'm on a book deadline that gives me no time to work on it. But seriously, if hearing writers I know and like as both writers and people bitch about how much they hate their first complete draft of something isn't inspirational, I don't know what is. Just Write The Damn Book. Dammit.

- I finished th first Kushiel trilogy last night. I have a lot to say about it and will do so later. I find the books incredibly moving, yet, because I am reading them at this point in my life, they are not so much important to me, as they don't have very much to tell me that I don't know or haven't come to peace with. So I cry like fuck when I read them, and act moody for a day, and then sort of forget about them. Which, for anyone who has lived through me and books that are important to me, is probably a relief.

- I can't believe how much you guys enjoyed the Megu post.

- Religious people banged on the door this morning.

- Patty, meanwhile, is home sleeping. I am full of envy.

Muslims in America

via sylvertongue:

(no subject)

- Book continues apace.

- Patty is making honey-flavoured icecream with the honey she bought me in Cyprus.

- I'm content. If there was anywhere to put my feet up while typing, I would.