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Gaming was a pleasant diversion from the day-to-day-to-day of pimping the platypus (you'll just have to bear with me until that ceases to be my favourite new metaphor), spending the day as a half-celestial/half-human paladin on a suicidal quest to reach the bottom of the multiverse. I smote wight butt, so to speak. I offended an idolatorous heathen with my piety. A good time was had by all.

Today, it's back to this plane, the one where I'm only a disgruntled, misplaced alien writing her seventh novel. No dice rolls today, just my fingers at the keyboard. Just Emmie and her stepmother at the American Museum of Natural History and Central Park. I smell honeysuckle through the open window of my office. That's been the biggest difference about this office over all those I have had before, beginning way back in 1993 when I first said, "This is the room where I write, and it won't be used for anything else." I've always covered the windows with thick black cloth, mostly to shut out distraction. But I find that I'm needing the sun more these days, so I allow it in, in small doses, and I open the window and let in smells. Like honeysuckle.

This is going to be a busy week. And I have to deal with all the writing stuff that isn't directly related to Daughter of Hounds without losing momentum with the novel. The novel proceeds at all costs. The novel is pimping me. I will have no other stories-of-my-doing before me. Something like that.

There's a lull in the eBay auctions at the moment, but more books will be up later this afternoon. For example, we'll be putting up another copy of the "Alabaster" chapette. Also, a "clerical error" allowed five copies of Silk to stray beyond the cut-off hour on the Amazing $5 Silk sale. Three have subsequently sold, but two still remain. So, you have another shot — two, actually — at a ridiculously cheap copy of Silk. We'll also be getting up copies of The Five of Cups, From Weird and Distant Shores, etc. I'm colouring the last ten monster doodles tonight, and they'll go in the mail tomorrow (with their accompanying books).

And I guess that's it for today. I mean, unless you were thinking about Birthday -1 and happened to be looking for this...


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May. 16th, 2005 06:11 pm (UTC)
So you're pimping the platypus, but the novel's pimping you. Is this some sort of multi-level marketing/pimping scheme that I wasn't aware of? You get three platypuses, and they each get three ostriches, and they each get some marmots, and so on and so forth...and then profit!

I need help.

By the way, I still love my monster doodle. Thank you.
May. 16th, 2005 06:24 pm (UTC)
and then profit!

Well, one hopes for profit.

By the way, I still love my monster doodle. Thank you.

You're welcome!
May. 16th, 2005 08:25 pm (UTC)
Pimping the Platypus would be a great band name, or perhaps a great title for the imaginary book you will write on the craft of writing.

May. 16th, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC)
or perhaps a great title for the imaginary book you will write on the craft of writing.

May. 16th, 2005 11:03 pm (UTC)
MY gods! You don't have the firefly DVDs? Have to see about rectifying this if I get one of the jobs I interviewed for.
May. 17th, 2005 12:13 am (UTC)
You don't have the firefly DVDs?

Nope. I rented them.
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