playing catch-up

Interesting comments on George, everyone. As it turns out, George went on and did exactly the stupid thing as George is wont to do, and no amount of gentle comments about "that didn't work out so well last time, did it?" was able to stop the inevitable. Alas. I did not charge admission. I'm not even going to gloat, quietly or otherwise. I feel too bad for George, who remains clueless.

The signing went well, although it was (as expected) the All-Tammy Show. It reminded me much of one of my first signings, when I was placed next to Neil Gaiman. Although Tammy impresses me more than Neil (is that heresy? Deal with it.) And Tui, whom I'd never met before despite her having been my first editor on the Grail Quest books, was a delight. I was then whisked off to Steak Frites for dinner (mm, duck breast and frites, mmm) and this morning I am promised challah french toast and bacon, and then shopping-with-gift-certificates. Life is quite good. ;-)

Oh, and the haircut received praise, although nobody quite believes how much I had taken off (mainly because my hair had been so long I was wearing it pulled back all the time). For the record, the longest strand had reached my ribs in the back -- the longest strands now reach my collarbone. A bit of a hacking-off, yes. Alas, it will, as my hair always does, grow back. Quickly.

Home tonight, then off to Boston on the morrow, and home again who knows when...


(oh, and welcome to the newcomers! Don't be shy, step up and say hi!)

back in New Haven...

after getting

a) well-fed (food may not be love but it's certainly affection, in my family)
b) wild and crazy in Williams-Sonoma (my mother is SUCH an enabler)
c) recognized off my author photo under somewhat less-than-ideal circumstances (I was tired and sommat cranky, and I apologize again, Stacey!)
d) chatted up on the train by a young fellow who was NOT young enough to be my son but made me feel it (dearest, stick to the high school girls. You'll have better luck)
e) mugged by cats who had been Left Allll Alooooone! For Daaaaaaaays! (it was exactly 26 hours, and you had food, water and a comfy blanket each. Shaddup and stop giving me kitten eyes, I'm not feeling guilty At All.)

I now plan to curl up with my current client-project and a pot of tea, and make like a respectable working person. No time to check the f-list, so if anything's happening, drop me a link or I'll miss it...