The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees

[rolanni]

Most important news first!  The keys have been found!  Why they were in my gym bag, when I never take Steve's car to gym. . .

Secondly, in reference to the title of today's blog post -- we here in Central Maine are in the midst of a wind storm.  The West Wind is smacking us pretty steadily with winds around 35 miles per hour, with the occasional 55 mph gust, just to confuse the power lines.  I will note that today is bright and sunny and blue, which is NOT the kind of weather we've been used to seeing around here.

We continue to improve, health-wise.  I've done the upfront for the taxes; now I need to wait for paperwork, and fill out the accountant's form.  Which has changed since last year, to the point where I may need a tutorial.  But -- the taxes, at least, are mostly under control.

Not so, the rest of the to-do list.  I gotta tell you, I look at the to-do list and despair.  I have an interview to do; I have files to continue to pull together for distribution to either an archive or a dumpster; I have at least two short stories to write -- it might be three.  Or four.  I have notes  here. . .somewhere -- and I have, yes, a book to write.  Now on extended deadline, sigh.

Tomorrow!  Ah, tomorrow! is the Official Book Day for Carousel Seas -- which has already had an eArc Day and a eBook Day, so you wouldn't think I'd be excited about Paper Book Day, but. . .I am.  I feel like I ought to at least bake Kate a cake, and, yanno, make a Big Noise.  But neither of those is really very likely to happen.

Today, I started the laundry.  I may, honestly, have to rethink that, considering that the wind has knocked the power out, briefly, twice, now.

And, Canon keeps sending me these notices, tempting me with the New Powershot -- the newest with a 50x zoom, and. . .I really don't need 50x zoom to take pictures of the cats.  I mean, I know that.  But -- shiny.

In health news, I continue to feel better.  Honestly, there's got to be an upper limit to this, doesn't there?  How sick do I have to have been that I'm continuing to feel better?

Well.  The to-do list isn't going to do itself.  I'll concentrate on the interview this afternoon.

Hope your afternoon is decisive and profitable.

Today's blog post is from "The Highwayman," a poem by Alfred Noyes, set to music by Loreena McKennit.  Here's your link.

Comments

Tomorrow! Ah, tomorrow! is the Official Book Day for Carousel

[bookmobiler.livejournal.com]

B & N beat you to it. My copy arrived an hour ago.
Along with the mass market paperback of Trade Secret.
*Happy Dance*

Arabic translation of cover art

[ohlibn.livejournal.com]

Hi Sharon,

Best guess from a friend who teaches Arabic (not 100% because of the angle at which it displays; the letters aren't totally clear):

"The dragon is in exile"

Looking forward to reading Carousel Seas when our order arrives (it's been on order for a month now ... heavy sigh) and I plan to make a Big Noise when it finally arrives!

Best wishes for a hugely successful launch day ~

LynneW

[ohlibn.livejournal.com]

PS the other possibility was "the dragon is in the coffeehouse" which might give you a chuckle.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I do like that one. And what better place to be exiled, than the coffeehouse?

[attilathepbnun.livejournal.com]

One of the cats did it!

[filkferengi]

I just bought _Carousel Seas_ from Larry Smith at GaFilk, because your books deserve only the best soundtrack!