I'm waiting to hear from my editor whether or not Daughter of Hounds is still on the Barnes and Noble SF/F trade paperback charts.
After the writing was done yesterday, after we'd read over yesterday's pages (there were thirteen), by then it was getting late. I played ten or fifteen minutes of Final Fantasy XII while Spooky had a bath. She'd spent the day on her birds and a trip to the market. She made a pizza for dinner, with pesto and red peppers and what have you. Then I went back to work, because I have to get Sirenia Digest #14 out today. I decided it wouldn't hurt to do one more read-through on "The Sphinx's Kiss," and I was right. Then I worked on the "prolegomena" until about 10:30 p.m. (CaST), when my eyes started to cross and I finally called it a day.
At eleven (CaST) we watched the new ep of Battlestar Galactica. I have to admit that I so do not care about the Starbuck/Apollo/Dualla/Anders love quadrangle. At this point, it's playing out like slash, and I wish we could just please stay focused on the Cylons and the search for Earth. More space opera, less soap opera, please. Afterwards, we watched The Dresden Files, still giving it a chance. But last night's ep was quite a bit less quirky and charming, quite a bit more formulaic than the first ep. I hope this is not the direction the series is headed. Anyway, bed after that, but somehow I managed not to to fall asleep until sometime after 3 a.m.
Oh, my thanks to James Lowder for sending me news of a German edition of Shadows Over Baker Street (pic behind the cut), which includes my story, "The Drowned Geologist." So, you may now read this book in English, Spanish, or German.
I was back at the Laugh Motel this morning. But I do not think that I'm going to write about it today.
I didn't leave the house yesterday. I likely won't leave it today. Maybe, though, I will grow unexpectedly bold and mount an expedition onto the front porch, as far as the mail box.
The platypus says wrap it up. So, play nice, kiddos. No spitwads, please.
Turn up the lights - I don't want to go home in the dark. — O Henry (1862-1910)
Postscript (12:48 p.m.): This e-mail just came from my editor, and I quote: Hurray! DAUGHTER OF HOUNDS is going strong - #39 on the SF/F trade list.