Here I am, in Toronto. My parents were in mock miff that there was no new blog post this morning, so here. Never let it be said that I don’t fulfil my parents’ expectations.
A nice, uneventful trip from Mtl to T.O. last night; for once, it wasn’t raining. The OPP were out in force, though, as it’s a holiday weekend and the end of the month, so it took us a bit longer to get here than usual. A spectacular sunset and a fingernail’s curve of a glowing moon made up for it, though.
I had a cafe mocha for the first time on the way. Nice, but I’ll save it for days when I want coffee instead of cappucchino. It’s not quite as sweet.
Apparently my mother made deliberate mention of my “alternative religious choice” when my grandmother was down last week. She noticed a book on reincarnation my mother was reading and it turns out that she’s a firm believer in the phenomenon. It seemed like the appropriate time to bring up the deep dark family secret, so Mum began to explain the whole living with awareness thing until finally she just used the W-word. My grandmother seemed quite interested in the whole concept and agreed with several of the principles. Apparently “the Sight” has cropped up in the family line before. Go figure. That’s something I never would have known about if that particular book of my mother’s hadn’t been on the coffee table. So there — the deep dark family secret is out, and its turns out not to be such a dark subject after all.
Lovely weather down here - sunny with cloudy periods, a nice twenty-ish degrees… and absolutely no schedule to stick to. Lovely, I tell you.
I just signed my non-disclosure agreement. One more step towards careership with this publishing company.
(Yes, I’m dancing. Tap-dancing little owlies everywhere. Mind your step.)
I got free books in the mail today!
Okay, I have to write reviews on them, but they’re free books! I love this job! (Freelance writing, that is.)
Friends are at the Toronto WorldCon this weekend (affectionately known as TorCon), revelling in the total immersion of things speculative. The irony of the situation is that I, too, will be in Toronto this weekend. Just not at TorCon. Alas.
(I should get Ceri back for being In The Presence of Neil Gaiman Without Me by writing a single story for her which contains all four assigned story points I haven’t yet addressed. Ha.)
Today is the day I mail my press packet to the U.S. publisher. There’s a confidentiality agreement on its way, so they must be serious enough about wanting me. The butterflies in my tummy today, however, are almost worse — no, they are worse — than the day I sent off my CV and cover letter. I’m currently running on nervous-excited adrenaline.
No, I’m good. I’m fine. I have a black folder, my business cards, a small photo, and I’ve selected excellent samples of my writing. It’s a good cross-section of first-person, academic, analytical, and educational styles. I have my colour services pamphlet that I drew up some time back. The writing will be printed out professionally tonight, then into the folder it will go, along with a hard copy of my CV, a one-page summary of my experience (I’ll just rewrite my awesome cover letter!), and a hand-written note telling my contact that I�m actually ten years older than my photo makes me look. (Seriously. Well, no; the picture makes me look twenty-four. I’m thirty-two. So eight years older.)
Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I’m excited!
If I could harness these butterflies, I could probably reach the moon.
Ladies, Gentlemen, and Honoured Others:
I am overjoyed to introduce the new version of Courts of Chaos!
Long dormant, while The Lazy Mage toiled with little tolerance for compromise behind the scenes and under cover of dark HTML, the new Courts rise with shining promise for the future.
(By the way, that electrician never showed up yesterday. Anyone for a round of kneecapping with blunt objects?)