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Fruit of the Vine
Here There Be Goblins

Date: 2014-10-28 22:36
Subject: Honey! Moon!
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Location:Orcas Island
Tags:friends, mark, orcas island, travel, wedding

SOMEBODY was smart enough to plan the honeymoon for several weeks after the wedding (koff, koff, ahem).

Which gave us plenty of time to have the flu, and get over it, and get some work done, but not enough, oh well.

Yesterday we drove to Seattle, and stayed with some friends in their new home, which is RIGHT by the Seattle Center, I mean RIGHT by. I mean the light from the Space Needle bled through our curtains and would have kept us awake at night except we were so tired.

Of course the Little Cake People got to come on the honeymoon!
Cake Toppers in Seattle
Yes that is the actual Space Needle behind them, just outside the living room window.

Then today we visited another Seattle friend, who is recovering from major surgery; and then we got to Anacortes, very very early for the ferry as it turned out. (Better early than late!)

The Cake People were very excited when we finally got onto the ferry.
Couple on the Ferry

But not nearly as excited as they were to get to the inn.
Couple on the Duvet

And now I will draw the curtain and give the happy couple their well-deserved privacy…

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Date: 2014-10-23 20:47
Subject: Still Alive. Again Alive.
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Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:cons, family, food, home, mark, sick, travel, wedding

Wow, that was quite a thing.

I guess it must have been the flu; we weren’t able to get our flu shots, as Kaiser just started offering them the day before we left for the wedding, and even if there had been time, it didn’t seem smart to set ourselves up for vaccination-reactions right before all that.

We might be almost well enough again to get our flu shots now! If they’re still offering them.

There were supposed to be a few weeks in between returning from the wedding and leaving for our honeymoon (Monday). We were supposed to go visit Mark’s father in his nursing home after the wedding. We were supposed to have our OryCon dealer’s table all prepped for by now.

As we mentioned in our vows, sometimes things don’t go EXACTLY as you’d anticipated. :-)

But! we’re both feeling quite a bit better now. Mark has been feeling better for some days (but still coughing); I spent most of yesterday out of bed, and ALL of today out of bed (but still coughing). Yesterday was the first day I didn’t feel like Absolute Death. Today was the first day I’ve actually felt kinda good.

I haven’t exercised in weeks. My sleep is all screwed up. We’re completely out of money. The house is a shambles. The garden? Hahahaha don’t even.

We’re married. Married! I look over at his hand and see that gold ring and think, Oh! And then came the Publishers Weekly starred review! Which I am still marveling over. And the salad was so fresh at our reception, it came with bonus wildlife.
Salad Wildlife

Life is good.

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Date: 2014-10-20 13:14
Subject: Balance
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:mark, sick

After the gigantic and marvelous things that happened last week, it seems only fitting that I am now suffering from my worst cold in recent memory. Mark had it too–he actually got sick right before the wedding–but I followed along in due course, and it’s knocked me flat.

I wouldn’t give back any of the good stuff, though. :-)

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Date: 2014-10-19 14:31
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:oloti, pw

Publishers Weekly has given Our Lady of the Islands a starred review! And it is full of marvelous praise. Look, see!

* Our Lady of the Islands
Shannon Page and Jay Lake. Per Aspera
(, $29.99 (530p) ISBN 978-1-941662-06-9

This satisfying feminist tale—set in an underexplored corner of Lake’s lush, mythical Green universe (Green, etc.) but entirely accessible to new readers—features an empathetic middle-aged, middle-class protagonist managing the roles of businesswoman, mother and grandmother, fugitive, and unwilling savior with realism and grace. Clothing merchant Sian Kattë is assaulted by the charismatic rogue priest of the Butchered God, an encounter that grants her the unwanted power to heal by touch. Sian and her new abilities are misunderstood by her husband, lover, and daughter. She is hunted by the Mishrah-Khote physician-priests, who believe only men can be healers and accuse her of fraud, and manipulated by politically-minded relatives who insist that she stay away from both the public and her distant cousin’s dying son. Undaunted, Sian pursues her divine mission and encounters unexpected help from a woman in disguise; together they turn the second half of the book into a celebration of female friendship and cooperation. Page (Eastlick and other Stories) has done a phenomenal job of completing Lake’s work after his death, honoring his contributions and vision while giving the novel an emotionally authentic, coherent voice. Agent: Jennifer Jackson, Maass Agency. (Dec.)

I am so excited!! I was excited even when I just heard that PW was going to review it, but–a starred review! I feel like a lottery winner.


Oh--and I should add, it comes out December 9, and I will have more exciting things to tell you about, having to do with readings and whatnot, later. And you can't pre-order it yet, so sorry. But I will be sure and remind you when it is available!

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Date: 2014-10-15 15:34
Subject: Vows
Security: Public
Location:Hills, Still
Tags:mark, wedding

A number of people at the wedding asked to see the vows we wrote…(of course we wrote them! We’re writers!) We humbly oblige.

Serious Vow Reading
Shannon says to Mark:

I love you. I love how you listen to me, even when I have no words. ESPECIALLY when I have no words. I love how you give me permission to be myself, even when it’s messy or inconvenient. I love creating with you—stories and gardens and projects and our home. I love listening to you. I love how you came to trust me slowly because you were letting me in all the way down. I love that I never have to try and figure out what you really mean, because it’s always right there in what you say. I love that you open jars, and lift heavy things, and kill spiders, and are perfectly comfortable with us having a slightly untraditional wedding party. I take delight in your company; I miss you when you are away. You have brought so much richness and creativity into my life. You’ve taught me how to be far more honest with myself than I ever knew how to be. You give me space to be me and room to grow. I am a happier and stronger person because of you, and I am thrilled to become your wife.

I promise to keep listening to you, and to keep trying to remember what I heard. I promise to pay attention to the big picture, despite the noisiness of the little details. I promise to love you and respect you and enjoy you and take you seriously and laugh with you. I promise to keep trying to find my words, ever more clearly, especially when it’s hard. I promise to grow with you, and work with you, and play with you. I promise to be your partner—sometimes leading, sometimes following, always hand in hand. I promise to keep trying to be more flexible, because—believe it or not—things don’t always turn out exactly how I’d planned. I have no doubt or hesitation in making these promises; the road we’ve traveled together so far leaves me fully confident that we will meet the challenges to come with love and care and trust for one another. Mark, I treasure you, and look forward to so many rich and happy years together.

[Mark says to the audience: "Mine are longer"] :-)
Mark says to Shannon:

Until five years ago, I felt sure I was incapable of loving anyone all the way down. I could not imagine such love. I saw it around me sometimes, between people who seemed to possess some human quality or capacity I lacked, but that potential simply wasn’t anywhere inside of me. When I told you that, you just smiled and said, “Take all the time you need.”

When people ask me if I’m nervous about getting married, I tell them without hesitation that nothing I can think of seems more obvious and inevitable than marrying you. You have made it not just acceptable but comfortable to be who and what I am. You have made it safe to be entirely face to face both with you and with myself, without any fear or shame–when I’m succeeding, and when I am failing. You have convinced me that I can be me without breaking you. After all these years, I am, to my continuing astonishment, finally whole. Not just because of anything you’ve said or done, but because of who you are–at your best, and at your worst. I could not have designed a woman, a companion, or a wife as marvelous, as surprising, as enjoyable, as trustworthy or as comfortable as you are. Your grossest flaws are just the ones I would have chosen–if I’d been allowed to, and smart enough to think of them. I love you without any shadow of doubt or fear–with all my heart, and mind, and body, and soul. I want nothing I have not already found abundantly in you.

I promise to be and do the very best I can, to keep trying to make sure you have the best me possible to live with and depend upon. I promise to value, respect and protect you as you are, and as you may become. I promise to keep paying attention to, and finding delight in, both who and where we’ve been, and whoever we are becoming, and wherever we are going. I promise never to assume that I know you or us too well to need such attention anymore. I promise to keep giving both of us permission to be and do and feel and say whatever is true, whether or not it’s what we expected or wanted. I promise never to try replacing what’s actually happening with what might or should have happened. I promise never to leave you guessing about what’s going on inside me or between us, and never to leave you to work out our tasks or troubles all alone. I promise never to let fear or pride or shame persuade me to hide from you.

When uncomfortable things need to be addressed, I promise to do so quickly, and to listen to and respect your requests, your insights, and your complaints with an eye towards making things work better, rather than just assigning or avoiding blame. I promise to continue bringing as much beauty, creativity, wonder, adventure and imagination to our lives together as I possibly can. I promise to try to keep growing right until I’m dead, and not to go to sleep on either of us. I promise to try my best to go on being your boyfriend even after we’re married, and yes, I promise to keep killing poor, defenseless little spiders whenever you require them dead. None of this seems burdensome to me. I promise none of this just because I think you want me to. I promise all of this because it’s what will give me satisfaction and delight to achieve. I have never had a better list of things to do, or better, happier reasons to do them.

I know that I cannot promise to know what the future holds, nor can I promise to succeed at anything, including any of these promises. But I can, and do promise to give everything I am, everything I have, and everything I am capable of to trying. I do so promise.

[then Elizabeth leads us in the litany, as we repeat the magic words after her:]

I, Shannon, take you, Mark, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

I, Mark, take you, Shannon, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.

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Date: 2014-10-14 22:32
Subject: Briefly
Security: Public
Location:Them Thar Hills
Tags:facebook, family, freelance, friends, mark, money, wedding

Wedding: achieved! Pictures later (and all over Facebook now, if you know me there)–I’ll make a real writeup here soon, but it is late and we’ve traveled many miles since Saturday…Mark has come down with a terrible awful no good very bad cold, and we are resting up at his mother’s house in the Land of Formerly Very Little Internet. I’m trying to catch up on all the emails that slipped through the cracks in the last week, and the Facebook congrats, and all the still-settling wedding details, and the stray charges to my credit card that shouldn’t be there, and all that and then some and then some more. Oh and the work I brought with me, innocently believing I’d have time last week to work on it! Hahahhaha.

So, a better report soon, but oh, all right, here’s a photo or two (or four) for now. :-)

Dog Stealing the Show
It’s a ranch. Dogs wander by.

Shannon & Dad
Me & Dad

Shannon Reads Vows
47-year-old brides need their reading glasses

Erik's snuck photo
Sometimes members of the wedding party sneak photos

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Date: 2014-10-09 10:05
Subject: The Count So Far
Security: Public
Mood:I don't even
Tags:mark, wedding

2 deaths-in-the-family of wedding party members.

1 well-deserved and long-overdue tantrum by groom.*

2 collapsings-into-tears by bride.*

9 unanswered phone calls and emails to rental agency about tablecloths.

1 colossal and inexplicable communication snafu re wedding site.

180 programs printed, folded, hole-punched.

180 programs ready to be ribbon-tied.

Uncounted many hundreds of extra dollars spent for dozens of things.

1 (of 2) types of beer unavailable at the last minute, after we’d printed the menus.

7 nights (and counting) of badly borked sleep.

150 wine glasses washed. (nearly done!)

3 wine glasses broken.

1 engagement ring not resized to wear on right hand.

1 visiting Italian auntie fetched from SFO.

1 uncle almost maybe probably coming or not coming.

8 or 10 or 14 or maybe only 6 people coming for dinner tonight. Unless it’s 7. Or 18?

50 people (plus 6 kids) coming to rehearsal dinner tomorrow. Unless it’s 45 (and 4). Or 52, or 53.

26 cases of wine and champagne in the barn. Minus some.

2 people still madly in love with each other.

2 days till the wedding! :-)


*Neither of these were aimed at each other, thankfully.

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Date: 2014-10-06 16:37
Subject: On the Scene
Security: Public
Tags:family, mark, weather, wedding

We drove all day yesterday (with a car full of wine glasses) (and so many other things), and are now on the scene of the wedding, working through the rest of the preparations. Mark is even now constructing tall banners to decorate the barn; I spent most of the day running errands up and down the coast (with varying degrees of success).

The weather is sunny-foggy-sunny-foggy-sunny (repeat)…gorgeous in all its incarnations. The forecast is for it to remain exactly thus, which would be very nice!

Tomorrow, Mark drives me to House of My Mom (on his way to Secret Groom Things). I’ll be there a few days, including picking up my Auntie from the airport–visiting from Italy special for my wedding! :-)

So it’s all coming together…now I just have to remember to breathe. And keep on working on my checklists. Oh and call Temporary Roommate and have her bring down my Xanax that I forgot. ;-)

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Date: 2014-09-29 22:49
Subject: Still Too Busy To Blog
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:friends, mark, money, travel, wedding

Probably it will be thus until the wedding. But: here, I have a moment, I will write something to the internets.

Maybe I will even finish it!

So as it turns out, it is perhaps cheaper but certainly less fraught to BUY several hundred wine glasses than it is to RENT them.

That is, if you have a certain Giant Swedish Warehouse Store in your town.

Now the car is full of Svalka, which is kind of inconvenient, though we went out yesterday and bought a Yakima (no relation to Svalka) box to put on top of the car, because we also have to carry a kajillion paper plates and plastic silverwares and wedding programs and decoration stuff and I don’t even know what all else, not to mention all our garb (I’ve begun assembling a Bride Box with all my various fripperies and foofy stuff), oh and the rest of what we’ll need for a week and a half away.

(And, can I just ask: WTF, Ikea, with the super-flimsy Svalka boxes, that go halfway up the glasses and are open on top? We are going to have to repackage ALL those glasses, just to get them anywhere and arrive with anything but shards of glass-rubble.)

And while I am expressing frustration…hmm, not sure how to phrase this exactly, but…hmm. Perhaps it is our fault. Perhaps we should have sprung for actual physical RSVP cards (and their attendant postage) in the invitations, rather than relying on the website. But. It seems to me, and perhaps I am being unreasonable here, but, just a thought: it’s kind of nice to know if people are, you know, intending on coming to a wedding, if they’re invited to it. Or if they’re intending on not coming. Either answer is entirely acceptable! We totally understand either way! But…not getting an answer at all…and having to hunt up responses (not one, not two, but three and four and five emails and phone calls in some cases)*…all I’m saying is, this is time we could be spending on, I don’t know, other things.

Like writing our vows and remembering coffee cups and chasing down the rental folks (who never respond) and designing and printing programs and figuring out how to make the wedding dress not-see-through** and buying more plastic place settings and finding bartenders and finding an appropriate reading for the ceremony and planning the Sunday brunch and oh yes the rehearsal dinner (and buying food for that too) and working out all the music with the DJ and figuring out what signage is needed and taking Mark’s suit to the cleaners (oh, gotta remember to pick it up too) and weren’t we going to practice dancing? and ordering beer which means I gotta talk to Youngest Brother first and um gifts for the wedding party and and and and and

Okay, too busy to blog. I knew it. :-)

*Because we do actually sort of Need to Know. Because the caterer is charging us a Not Inconsiderable Amount Per Actual Human Being Person, and needs to know in the next few days what that Number of Human Being Persons is, because she will be preparing food for That Many Persons, and if more people sort of show up unexpectedly, there will be not enough food; and similarly if people do not show up there will be wasted food and money; and come ON, people, really??

**The underwear situation here: seriously. Epic. I will be able to host a Smallclothes Convention just from this one outfit alone. The things I have learned!***

***Dimmers. Really.

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Date: 2014-09-27 22:10
Subject: Yeah So
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor

Been kinda busy around here. Update coming soon! All is well. And crazy. And well. But crazy.

Wedding two weeks from today!

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Date: 2014-09-22 22:39
Subject: More Social Whirl
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:food, friends, garden, mark, weather, wedding, wine

So then there came another whirl of social delights.

On Friday I spent most of the day with Miss H., my good friend and (not incidentally) one of my attendants. We worked on clothing stuff and hair and even makeup (!) for the Coming Nuptial Events, and I think we’re pretty close to getting that all worked out. Never mind that some of our decisions amounted to “bring them both, we’ll decide that day.” Shut up, that’s still a decision.

Here, have some dahlias that are still pretty even when they’re dead.
Send Me Dead Flowers

Then Friday evening we had dinner with Mr. B., which was ever so much fun. Charmingly, he took US out for dinner, and yet today, a thank-you note arrived. We do not deserve such friends!

Saturday, The Lovely Miss A. hosted a wedding shower for me. The theme was Wine and Chocolate; the fare was scrumptious, and the company was spectacular. We were a small, yet highly compatible (not to mention energetic) group. Much fun was had. Much amazing chocolate was et.
Chocolate Shower

scarlettina was down from Seattle for the shower, and other visiting; we had brunch with her and davidlevine Sunday morning, which was delicious and conversationally stimulating.

Then Sunday evening, some out-of-town friends (from Florida!) came for dinner. We turned this giant zucchini
El Zucchini Gigantico
into a delicious frittata.

Then today (whew), we had a loooong talk with the wedding DJ (not coincidentally, also a good friend and groomsman of Mark’s), then made a ton more wedding-planning phone calls, some of which actually accomplished something; then in the evening, our friend M. from Orcas Island came for dinner. Fortunately, garden bounty is still such that I can whip out something like this with no effort whatsoever.
Just Another Caprese Salad

Ah, summer. How I will miss you.

The rest of the week looks a little quieter! At least, I hope so. I’ve got lots of non-wedding work to do; it would be nice to get to some of it. :-) But yeah. “19 days to go!”, as the wedding website helpfully reminds me. Yargh. Thanks.

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Date: 2014-09-17 20:42
Subject: Catching Up, Maybe
Security: Public

Oh my goodness what a pile of days it’s been.

This is the point in wedding-planning where all the things we thought were settled become unsettled; and everything* we hadn’t even thought of becomes apparent and needs to be dealt with at once; and people make casual suggestions that unravel the best-laid plans; and every single thing becomes 50% more expensive.

So we went to California for a few days, and saw my folks, which was marvelous–they are SO helpful and smart. We actually sat down one evening and just talked through the whole wedding, minute by minute: who sits where and does what, when, with whom, for how long…VERY useful. So that was good.

And I found a very adorable cake-topper couple! Yes, I know I’m a dork, but I love these guys. They’re so serious, and I love how they look totally different from different angles, in different light.
Toppers Stoic
Hopeful couple is hopeful

And we got our marriage license, even taking an oath and everything. So that’s all good.

But then…complications ensued. The place where we’d been planning to have a post-wedding brunch has been…kinda flaky, about a number of things. So we began hunting up a different place. And apparently it’s a holiday weekend (who knew?).

Toppers Vexed
Vexed couple is vexed

And the catering is going to be rather more expensive than what was originally discussed, because, I don’t know. Reasons. It’s all still unclear. Maybe it won’t be as much more expensive. But who can say? It’s one of the mysteries of the universe.

Toppers Moody
Sad couple is sad

And a good friend who is also a florist and had offered to provide dahlias from her vast fields of dahlias, as a gift…well, apparently there’s been a dahlia blight this year, and all her fields are lost, cut to the ground.

Toppers Depressed
Depressed couple is depressed

There was actually a point, by the end of the weekend, when we were seriously considering trying to move the entire event to a different venue, because of the skyrocketing costs and complications involved in trying to essentially build a restaurant in a barn. But, turns out you can’t exactly relocate a party of several hundred people in something under a month, on a holiday weekend, in a tourist-destination place…so, we’re staying. And trying to make it work.

But all that meant that we got a super-late start getting home, and so therefore we stayed an extra night on the road, and only got home yesterday afternoon…so we’re both just trying to play catch-up here.

Which is going along! I got my first batch of Uncanny submissions, and reviewed them, and rejected some and sent some along to the Deciding Editors, which was fun; and the Kickstarter project Mark did art for is now live, you should rush over there and send them some money! :-) And a jillion other little things are moving forward. You know, like laundry and freelance work and all. And I harvested great piles of tomatoes, and we found a zucchini that had to have been overlooked before we left, because surely, zucchinis cannot grow that big in five days.

And I know there must be a dozen more things I’m forgetting, but that will only get worse till the wedding, so oh well! Perhaps you will forgive me.

*No, even I don’t believe it’s EVERYTHING. There will be more. Oh yes, there will be.

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Date: 2014-09-16 22:53
Subject: I Know I Know
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:home, mark, sleep, travel, wedding
Yes I haven't posted in days and I'm not really posting now except here's this. We're back from our wedding planning trip, which took longer than expected and involved more complications than expected, and I will tell you all about that tomorrow. I hope. Don't worry, it's all fine, except chaotic, and we're HOME, yay! And that's what really matters.

Here's a picture of Karen B's dog.
Little White Dog

Now I have to go to sleep. In MY OWN BED.
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Date: 2014-09-10 22:04
Subject: Many Are The Things
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:garden, mark, oloti, travel, wedding

Well! It’s been a day of much busy and many things to report.

First of all! My ARC has arrived, of Our Lady of the Islands, and lo, it is gorgeous!

I mean just look at it! It’s a real book! Hefty, too.

Somehow, this makes it all seem just that much more real. And so I have been spending much time organizing Events surrounding the book’s release. Stay tuned for details!

Secondly, some of you may know that Mark has been working day and night for the last few weeks, creating background art for a new game. The Kickstarter for this game will be going live next week (and I will give you the link then, you can be sure!)–it’s called E M I L Y, and the company is Pixel Worm. And the art is GORGEOUS, and here are a few screenshots of it:
Exit Landing Lab Pipe Well

And nextly, we’re heading to California tomorrow, for a last bit of wedding-planning, including getting the actual marriage license. And other stuff.

Oh and the garden continues to be fascinating. Why, just this week, we’ve got new flowers blooming in a basket on the front porch. I love flowers: their delicate innocence, their subtle beauty, their…yeah.
Vineflower 1 Vineflower 2

And that’s only all the things I can tell you about. There were about fourteen other things today, which I will tell you about soon!

La! It crossposted, after only two tries! :-)

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Date: 2014-09-08 20:21
Subject: Uncanny Space Unicorn
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:editing, slush, uncanny
I learned this morning that I've been accepted into the cadre of Space Unicorns for Uncanny Magazine--launching later this week--as a Submissions Editor.

The impolite term for this position, if you don't know, is slush reader. :-)

But I've read, er, open submissions before, and I know that there are jewels--JEWELS!--in the flood. (not to mix metaphors or anything) The anthology I edited is composed entirely of open submissions. And it's pretty awesome.

So...send in your stories, everyone! Guidelines go up very very soon. I'm excited!

and this durn thing is STILL not cross-posting from my blog...grr...must figure out why....
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Date: 2014-09-05 20:52
Subject: Food Thing
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:food, friends, mark
So: this is a thing, let me tell you: Sweet tomatillos!
Sweet Tomatillos

desperance, did you know about this?

You pick the pinkest ones (yes, they continue to ripen there in the bowl), and you coax them out of their paper, and you eat them, and they are SO GOOOOOOOOD, and sweet, and crunchy-juicy, and unlike anything else ever.
Sweet Tomatillo

Mark found them at this farmer's market the other day, for a dollar--he also found the farmer's market, one we hadn't known about--one day a week, and we will certainly be back.

In other news: there is no other news. It's Friday night, and it's been quite a week, and that's all you need to know about that.

But no: there is other news, and that's that LiveJournal refused to crosspost four times, and then blocked me from crossposting because of login errors, and I AM logged in, and phooey on you, LiveJournal, please stop dying.
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Date: 2014-09-04 23:00
Subject: Listen
Security: Public
Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:audiobook, per aspera, queen and tower

Do you like to have stories read to you? Sure you do. It’s a cozy and comfortable thing. Sometimes Mark reads to me, and it’s so cozy and comfortable, I often fall asleep.

Wait. That’s not where I meant to go. I’m just terrible at this promo stuff.

What I’m trying to tell you is that Audible is going to make an audiobook of The Queen and The Tower–the first book in my Nightcraft Quartet. Which is so incredibly awesome!!! It’s a first-person narrator with a strong voice; I think it will make a super enjoyable listen. I’ve read sections of the book at conventions and such, and audiences always just love it.

You’re going to have to wait a bit, though–I’m still editing the book. We’d hoped to have it out later this year, but Our Lady of the Islands took precedence, for very good and reasonable reasons, so I put Q&T aside. Now Our Lady is all done and in production, and will be out in early December…Q&T will come next year.

But this is the novel I’ve been working on–off and on, with a LOT of off–for years and years now. This is the story of Callie–Calendula Isadora–a young witch trying to make a life in modern-day San Francisco. This is the novel I had an agent for, many moons ago; fortunately (I now see), she wasn’t able to sell it, because it wasn’t ready. What you will eventually read is leaps and bounds better than what it was then.

I’m working on it now–slowly, but definitely. Life is interrupting a lot; planning a wedding takes a lot of bandwidth! But I’m moving forward. And in a month, or two, I’ll have a good draft to send to Brilliant Editor Jak; and some time after that, we’ll have a final version to hand over to Audible, and then they’ll find an awesome narrator, and then maybe, if you like that kind of thing, someone will read you my story.

Which is, I have to say, the coolest thing. You know? :-)

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Date: 2014-09-01 21:46
Subject: The Sound of Crickets
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Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:fishes precious, food, friends, home

Ahh, I actually hear the sound of crickets. Because I’m sitting here, downstairs at my computer, doors and windows open to let in the cool, comfortable evening air. No one else is in the room. No one else is even downstairs.

Chirp, chirp. So peaceful.

Don’t get me wrong. I really enjoyed all our company over the last few weeks here. But….wow, that was a lot of people coming through this house. A lot of cooking, and eating, and drinking, and socializing. A lot of staying up too late, and falling behind on things. A lot of noise-and-busy, which wears me out. (We even had two toddlers here at one point. Oh my goodness, is this house not toddler-proof!)

Chirp, chirp, chirp.


In other buggish news, a ladybug came in and wanted to read my manuscript, but I had to tell her it’s not ready for review yet.

And the other day, we found a katydid walking across the top of the aquarium.
Katydid 1

The fish were very interested.
Katydid 2

Good thing the aquarium has a lid. Ms. Bug could have carried off handfuls of those fish, had she been so inclined.

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Date: 2014-08-28 21:08
Subject: Publication Day!
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Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:editing, per aspera, reading

It’s publication day for Being Small–the first book I’ve edited for Per Aspera Press!

Here’s the press release.

Go forth and buy this amazing book and read it! It’s gorgeous, and smart, and delightful, and it isn’t even very long, so you can totally read it, even if you’re like busy and stuff.

Yay book day! Yay for brilliant authors agreeing to let me edit them! :-)

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Date: 2014-08-26 22:09
Subject: This We Did Not Need
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Location:Witchnest Manor
Tags:bike, mark, money

Despite all the busy and the too-much-social, we are trying very hard to get/stay in shape. So yesterday we rode our bikes to the gym, as we do.

And when we came back out, not quite an hour later…Mark’s bicycle had been stolen.

They cut through a supposedly-unbreakable lock (a $99 lock) and left it lying on the ground in two pieces, and no bike. In broad daylight, mid-afternoon, in front of the giant plate glass windows right by the gym’s front desk. Oh and with security guards right nearby.

Fortunately (I guess), they left my bike, which, though I love it very much, is an old cheap beater. So I could ride home and get the car and go back and pick Mark up.

He went to the bike store today and showed them the lock…they were gobsmacked, they’d never seen one of those locks broken before.

So he’s ordered a new bike, which should be here next week, and which represents a giant pile of money we don’t have to spend on such things. I did talk to my homeowners insurance company, but, since we’re not yet married, it’s not covered. And, even if it were covered, probably we wouldn’t want to make a claim, because of the deductible, and the fact that I’d lose my discounts, because of filing a claim.


This, on top of the pernicious virus attack last week…the world feels like an abusive and evil and dangerous place, full of predators and assholes and monsters, and like no matter how hard you work to stay afloat, to keep up, something is always there to try to rip you off and knock you down.

It’s frustrating, I tell you. Assholes. May they have boils in private places, and canker sores which do not heal.

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