Yesterday, I attended to details. Details pile up when you're not paying attention. I realized this morning, for example, that I'd not updated the "news" page on my website since March. It's not that there hasn't been loads of news, it's just a detail I keep forgetting, or only remembering when I'm too busy to do anything about it. I've added three upcoming appearances. That's something, at least. I think I've finally reached the point where I need a webmaster/webmistress, someone with more html/java/etc. kung-fu and better software than I have (I'm still slogging away with Netscape 7). Applicants would be welcome.
Oh, and Spooky ordered a cool pair of boots for her Nebari costume.
Jim loves "The Pearl Diver." Spooky and Jennifer love "The Pearl Diver." I've sent it to a fourth reader. I think if he likes it, I'll chalk this one up to my lack of objectivity and send it to the editor. And move on. I have to write a 15,000-word story for Subterranean Press next month, and I have to begin Daughter of Hounds.
Kid Night last night. We started with hot dogs, moved along to comics (Meatcake #13 [Dame Darcy makes a sexy mermaid], Lenore #11, Gloomcookie #19 [props to Serena for the Farscape mention], and Courtney Crumrin and the Twilight Kingdom #s 3 and 4), then watched Ryuhei Kitamura's thoroughly messed-up, but entertaining Versus, and finished up with more Kya. Then Spooky had insomnia and was up until 5 am talking to barred owls.