Daily Archives: June 28, 2006


‘Cause it’s much with the proposals, and even being asked if I want to write a fun book I didn’t dream up myself, which I could do in my sleep. (Almost. You know what I mean: I’m that familiar with the topic, and it’s practical information and lots of spells and such, not the deep philosophical metaphysical slippery spiritual stuff that always takes longer than I think it will.)

And honestly, I could do two at once, even if they both have early 2007 delivery dates, because they’re all so very different. (Just so long as they don’t have the SAME delivery date, because that would mean handling rewrites and copyedits for two different books at the same time, and please just kill me if that happens because even the barest hint of that thought makes me weak and wibbly and wanting to dig a hole in the corner of my office in which to hide. Gah. Back to the good thoughts.) It’s not like I don’t usually have three or more things on the go at the same time as a rule anyhow, simply to give my brain somewhere else to work when I hit a wall on one thing or another. And they’d all have saner deadlines than two months from now, because while doing one book on an unusual deadline like that is barely doable, but two at once? Impossible. (I am a goddess, yes, but there are limits to my goddessyness. My thoughts go veering back to that hole in the corner of my office.)

And if they’re all accepted, then we can simply schedule them over the next couple of years. Then I’d have multiple books coming out two years in a row, eight to ten months apart. (Hmm, is that a sense of deja vu? I think it is. Except not the insane deadlines or the to-the-rescue parts. And yay on that.)

While the proposal ideas got good response when casually discussed, they’re all being officially formally presented next week now that I’ve finished polishing them and have submitted the final drafts. I’m all bouncy and excited about it. I’m sure you couldn’t tell.

Oddly enough, the seasonal spellcrafting proposal is the idea I’m the least excited about out of the three I could be writing next. Or perhaps it’s not odd, because it’s the idea I’ve had the longest and I worked out all my bounciness about it two years ago, while everything else is shiny and new. And then there’s that series proposal that I did that isn’t really a potential assignment for me, but I’m excited about it anyhow, cause it’s my baby as well.

All right. I should stop bouncing here and do something else.


OSM gets $105M concert hall

Montreal’s symphony orchestra (OSM) will be getting a 1,900-seat concert hall by 2011, Premier Jean Charest announced Tuesday.

The $105-million project is the Charest government’s first cultural public-private partnership.

The sixth concert hall at Place des Arts will be on the northeast corner of de Maisonneuve Blvd. and Saint-Urbain Street, and will raise to about 8,000 the number of seats in the whole facility.

The stage will be able to accommodate up to 200 singers and 120 musicians.

“The concert hall will boast some of the best acoustics in North America,” Charest said.

Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, the Orchestre Symphonique de Montréal’s current home, has often been criticized as lacking.

The concert hall will be smaller than the Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, but will be used exclusively for classical music.

It’s about time! No architect as of yet, but there’s an acoustic engineer attached to the project.

(Full article here.)


I’m currently very ticked off because I cannot find the all-weather rain shield for the stroller that I bought last fall. It never got taken out of the box, because we just didn’t go out on the really horrible days. Now that I have to go out to the grocery store before lunch and it’s a half hour both ways and it’s pouring, I need it. And of course it isn’t where I left it, because the garage has been rearranged a trillion times since last fall. (I can’t find anything down there when I want it because it keeps getting moved around, actually, but that’s beside this particular point.) One would think a baby item would logically be put with all the other baby stuff, but no, it isn’t with all the other equipment neatly stacked along the wall. I looked in cupboards, on shelves — nothing. Which means it probably got put in a box during one of HRH’s odd tidying sessions and is now under a stack of other stuff somewhere, and will not be found until Liam is seven years old.

I’m so frustrated I could scream. I know I’m easily irritated these days, but so very grr and argh.

Later: Okay, baby sleeping for just under two hours goes a long way to making me feel better. And it’s really amazing what you can do with an egg, some lentils, a bit of pasta, and cheese when there’s nothing else with which to feed someone.


So, the new neighbours who moved in upstairs this past weekend? They give me food.

This arrangement certainly has its perqs.

(Of course, I’ve given them soda, too, so it goes both ways.)