Hello, everyone – I’m back from DragonCon, and more or less recovered. Every year (for the last few years) I’ve said to myself, “Self, this is all a little much. Maybe I’ll skip it next time.” But I never do. The pull is too strong. The fun is too big, even with all the work and chaos and clutter. I really was scheduled out the ass, though. SO many panels. Plus interviews. Plus meet-and-greets. Plus signings. But also – SO many friends I don’t see very often. SO much goofing off in the evenings. SO much good discussion of interesting and pertinent stuff with smart people. SUCH great roommates.
I’d take a crack at a formal recap, but I’d be here all afternoon. And then probably all night. So…yeah. I’ll leave the wrap-up by the wayside, and say only a big fat thank you to all the marvelous folks who made it possible – and to those who made it great. You know who you are.
[Edit: Then again, on second thought I should probably link this article – What is Dreadpunk? A quick guide to a new subgenre. Not just because I’m quoted in the article, but because my buddy Derek is the mastermind behind the spooky curtain – and I got to be on the panel for Dreadpunk’s debut.]
Anyway, I’m back now – and I’m unpacked, and the laundry is all done, and the pets have all been snuggled stupid. Regarding the four-footed family members, in a few moments I’ll share with you a most excellent bounty of pet pictures and videos … but first, I must subject you to crass self-promotion!
After all, Chapelwood just came out – and I need for EVERYONE to know about it.
FOR STARTERS. Did you know that you – yes YOU – might be able to get an advance reader’s copy for free? IT IS TRUE. Quoth my awesome publisher: “Like the idea of Lizzie Borden fighting off Lovecraftian horrors? Good news! We’re giving away 10 copies of CHAPWELWOOD by Cherie Priest. This book is perfect fall reading. Just make sure to enter by midnight on Monday! (Sorry, US only)” Now click ye here to throw your name into the hat and then cross your fingers.
FOR NEXTERS. Is that a word? No? Oh well, I’m letting it stand. FOR NEXTERS – if you’d like to skip the crapshoot and pick up a very shiny copy of Chapelwood for your very own reading pleasure, then here’s a list of helpful links to assist you in that quest.
- Chapelwood at Amazon.com
Chapelwood on Kindle
Chapelwood in audio
Chapelwood at Barnes & Noble (and for Nook)
Find Chapelwood at an independent bookstore near you
And if you’re feeling so moved, when you’re finished reading the book (or throwing it across the room, but obviously I hope not) … then I’d be terribly grateful if you could take a moment to post a review at the site of your choice. These things matter to authors, they really do
Speaking of the pets (I did, up above – before all the shilling) … all is going well with new addition Her Royal Highness Princess Harley Quinn GreaseMonkey StinkyFoot The First. She had her follow-up vet visit this afternoon, whereupon we learned that she’s merely one ounce shy of three full pounds (up from a straggly 1.1-lb three weeks ago) – and she’s making great progress. However, she’s still a little undersized/underpowered for her age (12-14 weeks) and she needed a second round of deworming goo. No big deal. With any luck, in another few weeks she’ll gain another couple of pounds – so we can talk about getting her chipped and spayed.
As far as the other household members go, Greyson remains absolutely besotted with Quinn – and Spainy remains idly tolerant of her.
Quinn and Greyson frolic carefully; she wrestles with his face and tail, and he nudges her around with his nose. No claws or teeth deployed by either party – and when the baby is anxious or sleepy, she runs to him, cuddles against him, and purrs all over him. He eats it up.
As for the ElderCat, relations are a little less snuggly and cordial – but they aren’t bad, either. The two almost play together, once in awhile (*almost*), and they’re content to share the bed, share sunbeams, and even share a chair cushion from time to time. So long as Quinn doesn’t get too exuberant in her playtime – nobody gets hissed at, and nobody runs away.
Today the routine is a little shaken up – not just because of the lunchtime vet visit, but because Cooj the Three-Legged Wonder Pooch is joining us again for a few days. His dad dropped him off this morning, so that meant relocating all the cat food into my bathroom [:: gives the Cooj the stinkeye ::] … and that’s about it, really. He’s a very easy guest.
Upon Cooj’s arrival, Greyson was like, “Oh, cool. This guy comes with treats and wet food!” Spainy woke up from her nap, shrugged, and went back to sleep. And Quinn detonated into a poof of hisses.
She is absolutely horrified by him – or rather, by the noise he makes. Cooj is older and he has a heart condition, so when he’s worked up (due to oh, say, a walk from his house to ours) … his breathing becomes very loud and heavy. By which I mean, it sounds like he’s gasping for air and probably dying; you can hear him all over the house, and outside too. He can’t help it and once he settles down, he’s fine – but Quinn is Super Dubious About This Matter.
As for Cooj – he’s entirely oblivious to the existence of either Quinn or Spainy. It’s almost like he’s literally unable to see cats. He completely ignores them. (He spent half his life with five of them. His willful ignorance might be a defense mechanism.)
He’ll be here until Saturday, and that will be fine. He’s a lovebug and an excellent watchdog who prefers to spend most of his time outside. Quinn will get used to him.
AND ON THAT NOTE.
I believe this has run on long enough.
So now it’s time for me to get back to work. I have ten days to turn around a new draft of The Family Plot, and I’m not nearly as far along as I’d like, so you can anticipate some radio silence over here. I just have too much to do, so I’ll be imposing a partial internet embargo for a couple of weeks.
Please forgive me! And please accept one final pet-picture. This one answers the perennial question, “How do you work with all those adorable animals around?” With an audience, that’s how.