No, of course they didn't. But someone somewhere thought it was a good idea. They drew up project plans and had Powerpoint presentations made which explored the improbable intersection of the ice cream and gum-chewing demographics. I suspect this new gum atrocity is related to the proliferation of yogurts with favors like Red Velvet Cake and Key Lime Pie: there's a company that produces flavor essences, and this company is doing business with the yogurt and gum-makers of the world. There's probably a whole realm of horrors that we have not yet seen: Prime Rib yogurt, or the Wonkian Turkey Dinner gum. A wonderful and terrible age we live in.
I am currently fighting a nebulous battle with some sort of sickness. It kind of wrecked my Sunday plans, then retreated yesterday, and now has remounted its assault by hitting me with fatigue and facial pressure. I would rather have two days of knock-down-drag-out viral devastation than this sneaking guerrilla crap. With this kind of mucosal quagmire there's always the possibility of getting stuck on the roof of the embassy while the last helicopter sails over the horizon, leaving you to die buried beneath a mound of used Kleenex and empty Sudafed blister packs. Stand-up fights are superior.
Spent some time in the hospital today, this morning at six AM and then in the afternoon, after they'd hacked off the useless portions of my mother's humerus and replaced them with shiny new titanium and plastic bits. The surgery seemed to go well--which is to say, she survived--and she was very much on Dilaudid when I saw her this afternoon, chatty and hoarse. Ready to do the other shoulder, she said, but that was most likely because the spinal block they'd given her was still working, keeping the pain-beast at bay. I'm sure she'll be less enthusiastic about the whole thing in 24 hours.
Had my first look at potential cover art for the novel today, which was interesting if not entirely satisfactory. I liked approximately 50% of the concept--a promising enough start, I suppose. I've never done this before, and I have no idea what percentage of authors actually end up liking their covers. I'm fortunate to have as much a say in this part of the process as I do (and there are some unique reasons for that), and I suspect that my experience of it will therefore be unusual. But still: cover! Art! For my book. That's some heady stuff right there, which I'd be able to muster up more enthusiasm for were my head not quite so stuffed. Ha!
And that's about all the fingercize I'm going to be able to muster up this evening. Very exciting, I know. But I feel like I've done a small thing, now, and it's the small things that keep me going.
I am currently fighting a nebulous battle with some sort of sickness. It kind of wrecked my Sunday plans, then retreated yesterday, and now has remounted its assault by hitting me with fatigue and facial pressure. I would rather have two days of knock-down-drag-out viral devastation than this sneaking guerrilla crap. With this kind of mucosal quagmire there's always the possibility of getting stuck on the roof of the embassy while the last helicopter sails over the horizon, leaving you to die buried beneath a mound of used Kleenex and empty Sudafed blister packs. Stand-up fights are superior.
Spent some time in the hospital today, this morning at six AM and then in the afternoon, after they'd hacked off the useless portions of my mother's humerus and replaced them with shiny new titanium and plastic bits. The surgery seemed to go well--which is to say, she survived--and she was very much on Dilaudid when I saw her this afternoon, chatty and hoarse. Ready to do the other shoulder, she said, but that was most likely because the spinal block they'd given her was still working, keeping the pain-beast at bay. I'm sure she'll be less enthusiastic about the whole thing in 24 hours.
Had my first look at potential cover art for the novel today, which was interesting if not entirely satisfactory. I liked approximately 50% of the concept--a promising enough start, I suppose. I've never done this before, and I have no idea what percentage of authors actually end up liking their covers. I'm fortunate to have as much a say in this part of the process as I do (and there are some unique reasons for that), and I suspect that my experience of it will therefore be unusual. But still: cover! Art! For my book. That's some heady stuff right there, which I'd be able to muster up more enthusiasm for were my head not quite so stuffed. Ha!
And that's about all the fingercize I'm going to be able to muster up this evening. Very exciting, I know. But I feel like I've done a small thing, now, and it's the small things that keep me going.
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