Hmm.

There appears to be some good from my newly mega-restrictive diet. The wonderful pink linen skirt I bought a few weeks ago is hanging off my hips. Still stays up, so it still technically fits (writer fashion!), but I'm not sure how much longer it'll be before I have to consign it for something else. Or, y'know, rip the side seams, reduce the waistband, and keep it for another few months.

Must get back to editing.

Am reading the sequel to The Winter Prince, A Coalition of Lions. Literally read half of it last night, and will probably finish tonight. Elizabeth E. Wein is incredible, and I dearly need to get hold of The Mark of Solomon (both books).

Still Alive

There's not much going on right now, to be honest. I should have my editorial notes next week, which will help. I've mostly been dealing with lupus-or-whatever; it's affecting my fingers right now, which makes typing difficult. When I can finally get my hands on a digital voice recorder, things should improve--write now, transcribe later.

I've got a family reunion coming up in a couple of months. I suspect that being around a gaggle of second cousins I've never met, but who possibly all act exactly like every other member of my dad's family, will result in a few story ideas. Never mind that the reunion is taking place in a small town in southwest Oklahoma. I'm a little surprised we're not staging a raid on the state capitol to take back a piece of crocheted lace my grandmother made, and which is now a permanent fixture in the state gallery. Then, given that side of the family, half a dozen engineers and a case of beer will get together, and it'll probably deteriorate into madness.

Fortunately, I like madness.

The Import wants to go to Best Buy, so I'm going to point out restaurants on the way to see if I can get out of cooking. Can someone please give him a taste for Chinese food? I'm dying for a hit of eggplant and tofu in garlic sauce.