I was up this morning at 7 a.m. First, after breakfast there was email with Jonathan Strahan regarding flap/ad copy for The Tindalos Asset and then email with my editor and new publicist at Tor.com. And then I wrote the abstract to the first draft of the glytosaurine paper – finally. Now Jun's tweaking the text and working on the illustrations. Oh, and he's doing the methodology section, so I don't have to write that. And I'm already moving on to the next paper, describing a specimen of fossil alligator gar* that the Red Mountain Museum discovered and excavated in the summer of 1981. This will be the first time I have ever written a paper on fish, so I have a bit of a learning curve at the start.
Anyway, there was also talk of mosasaurs and turtles, cabbages and kings, and how to run a thirty-five year old airscribe with out getting carpal tunnel, doing further damage to my hearing, or blowing anything up. This machine is the GRS Gravermeister Gf500 the Red Mountain Museum bought in 1985. It was built in Emporia, Kansas and is a clattering, chugging testament to an age when things were still built to last. Imagine holding a tiny jackhammer like a pen, and the Gravermeister is sorta like that when it gets going. It chews through rock like hungry termites eating antique books. And sounds like the name of a metal band – Gravermeister. Anyway, I cleaned the machine a little, then worked on Winifred for a few hours – the basiocciptal and a couple of teeth. I'll be going back tomorrow.
And if I had not already fallen deepy in love with The Magicians, the "Under Pressure" musical number at the end of Season Three, Episode 9 would have won me over...and over...and over. Long live High King Margo.