Eh? It's Friday?

Then this must be a livejournal entry.

A *test* livejournal entry.

So, Friday....

Did the gym thing, mailed a bunch of thank-you books, came home, checked email, including a note from a lady who is putting together a "Women in SF" class for the fall and would like me to suggest a time-travel SF to teach. She's already chosen _Agent of Change_, _Remnant Population_ and _To Say Nothing of the Dog_. Time-travel *SF*, though... Must give it some thought.

Steve is making dinner and it smells *wonderful*. After we eat, I'll hit the road to Augusta to visit the printer on behalf of SRM. Mozart the Maine Coon Cat is sitting tall on my lap as I write this, squeaking at me and occasionally nuzzling my chin.

Tonight I'll finish the Miri story or it'll finish me. Should've finished it yesterday, but the computer went bonkers and lost me hours, sigh.

And dinner is done, Steve just said "Kage Baker" -- duh! -- and I'm outta here.

Sharon. And Mozart.

Why Eagles Over the Kennebec?

Well, first, because it's a cool title that I'll probably never use. I thought for a while I might use it on a Jen Pierce novel, but -- probably not.

And, second, because I've *seen* eagles over the Kennebec River many more times than a few. It's one of the things that I completely adore about living where we do. Yes, I know they're carrion eaters and all the rest of it. They're still beautiful, incredibly graceful in the air, majestic at perch.

Oh, and third -- I can talk about anything I want to in a journal titled "Eagles over the Kennebec", even if I won't likely talk about eagles very much.

Back from the printer; I've done some house-chores and about 700 words on the Miri story. Mozart is back on my lap, making it Very Easy(tm) to type.

I'm going to send this entry and get back to work.


Sharon