New Film Festival Website, End of the Rainbow, and Interview

Can’t believe July is almost over. Sort of freaking out about it, actually. The @#$! grand jury duty isn’t helping, either. It’s become a tired refrain, but I’m so behind on everything I wanted to get done. Y’know, I’m really sucking at time management, or I still have too many hamsters on my plate. Or both.

Well, I did lob off one more hamster. Just finished overhauling fosteronfilm‘s Dragon*Con Independent Film Festival website. (Shiny?) And we did accomplish a couple major homeowner to-do items: ripped the carpet out of the half-bathroom (I have hated that carpeting since we bought the house almost ten years ago; who carpets a bathroom?) and replaced it with linoleum and had our poor, laboring air conditioner checked over and cleaned. But I never get much satisfaction out of accomplishing domestic stuff. More like a sense of relief to have it done and out of the way.
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Gifts Not Asked For Parts IV & V and Plague-ridden Editorial Department

Most of the editors in my office have been laid low by a cold bug, including me (*sniffle cough*). No doubt Hobkin feels more chipper than I do right now, but does he get me soup? …’Course, his idea of comfort food is mealworms and crickets so that’s probably just as well.

In other news, Part IV: Temple of Mau and Part V: Healer’s Gift (conclusion) of “Gifts Not Asked For” is out in the January ’10 issue of Bards and Sages Quarterly (I somehow missed when this issue came out originally). I’m also doing a week-long author Q&A on the Bards & Sages discussion forum during the week of 2/22. Be sure to swing by!

“Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, etc” now up at Escape Pod

Still wiped, but wanted folks to know that Escape Pod published “Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast” while I was at Dragon*Con (why do they always publish my stuff while I’m at D*C?). Lawrence Santoro did a simply fabulous reading of it! Go listen, yo. It’s free!

Yesterday, fosteronfilm, dude_the, and I were comatose for most of the day. We emerged briefly to get food and pick up Hobkin from his godmother, then returned to blissful unconsciousness.

It’s getting harder and taking longer to recover from D*C every year.