Son of Quick Updatery; now with pictures!

Um, yesterday. Was Saturday. I went to the grocery store. On the way back, I stopped at Children's Book Cellar to chat with Ellen and to pick up photos from our October book signing*. I did dishes, tortured the cats, Paid Close Attention, wrote enough to keep the Guilt Monster at bay.

This morning, have done some chores; answered some email, crankily; decided against answering any more emails (Note to those people who think that because I'm The Girl, I'm the Nice One: Don't.); started the laundry; and will settle in to write as soon as I finish posting here.

Steve is still sick. Not as sick, I think, but he's not going out dancing any time soon.

Progress on Ghost Ship:

26311 / 100000

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Pictures by Patrick Groleau; used by permission

First you love me, then you say it's wrong

More words than I thought I'd manage, and in a direction that, while surprising, seems inevitable. We Shall See.

Snow on the overnight, say the weatherbeans. One to three inches of it to drive to work in, then more snow tomorrow, topping off at four inches. Snow showers tomorrow night, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

Taking the rest of the night off to watch "Quantum Leap" -- or, at least, the first episode of same -- with Steve.

Everybody stay warm -- or cool, as may be appropriate.


Progress on Ghost Ship:

27660 / 100000

"Indeed. Reckless to a fault, every one of us. Though Nova displays some sign of possessing common prudence, and -- until lately of course -- so had Pat Rin."