Posted on | 3 months, 4 weeks ago, in the early afternoon | 1 Comment
Today I mailed off a set of contracts for a short story – my first sale of the year! – so that’s a nice way to start the week. (I’ll give you details on the matter when I receive the all-clear to do so, but I’m not sure when that will be.) While I was at it, I mailed off some IRS paperwork to my agent’s office, too. Less thrilling, yes. But part of that ever-necessary Writing Business thing I sometimes allude to.
I also spent a while on the phone with a distant friend, alternately gossiping and plotting shenanigans, but such is the way of these things.
Other than that, it’s mostly been emails and print-outs and whatnot – getting ready for ChattaCon on Friday. It looks like I’m not very heavily scheduled – though an off-site radio interview and a (separate) meeting with a journalist have now been shoe-horned into the mix, so the days won’t be quite as sparse as I thought, and that’s nice.
I’m honestly looking forward to it!
I have friends crashing in my guest room (which will be awesomely fun), and for once the convention is within easy driving distance of home. (Walking distance, even – if it weren’t so damn cold and if I were somewhat less lazy.) I won’t have to live on vending machines, con suite snacks, and hotel bar food!
[:: throws confetti ::]
Hmm….what else? Let’s see.
As of late, Greyson is taking a measured, long-game approach to making friends with Spainy. He creeps up to her, as close as she’ll let him get, inch by inch … and when he’s reasonably sure he can’t push his luck any farther, he lies down and takes a nap. If she doesn’t yell at him or wander off immediately, then he “wins.” Or I think that’s the gist, anyway.
As you can see, it’s working out pretty well. She still fusses at him sometimes, but he’s a smart puppy – and now he’s learning to be a patient one.