Last night was not chock full of sleepytime goodness. Hobkin had a sick tummy again. Interesting timing on that, considering how terrible I was feeling for most of yesterday. Is the little fuzzbump picking up on my misery, or is it just a coincidence? But, after sicking up his dinner, we fed him a Pepto Bismol sandwich and his anti-nausea meds, and he rested quietly for a bit. Then, to express his gratitude at our loving caregiving, he decided to engage in acts of skunkie demolition in the wee, early morning hours.
An amuck skunk, streaking through the house like a furry cannonball, and stomping at everything with his tail fluffed straight up, is not the most soothing stimulus to sleep to. As if that wasn’t disrupting enough, I was also awakened periodically by being traipsed over by the fuzzy chaos fiend as he considered my head merely an obstacle in the path of his lawless rampage. Once he reached the dangling strap of my purse, stored on a table supposedly out of his reach, and pulled the whole thing down with a loud “thunk,” spilling credit cards, medical identification, and my drivers license across the floor, and of course waking me up with a start. And he wanted to wrestle. How did I know this? Because he climbed up beside me, pounced on my arm, and commenced mauling my (unresisting) limb into submission. My forearm looks like I plunged it into a barrel full of pins. Ouch.
At least he’s feeling better.
I, on the other hand, am a good candidate for walking deadhood. This morning my eyes were red and bloodshot, my brain felt like marshmallow goo, and until I had my first cup of coffee, I was having difficulty remembering what day it was. It’s going to be an early night.
Received signed copies of Natalie’s Grove by Mikal Trimm, Slipstream by Doug Hewitt, and Murdered by Human Wolves by Steven E. Wedel from Scrybe Press, hurray! These are books I’ve written cover blurbage for, so I’m right pleased to hold the finished copy in my eager little paws.
Also got naamah99‘s copy of Ascendancy of Blood to sign. It’ll go out in the mail tomorrow.
Started the rewrite on the current Critters story. Ugh. Major overhaul time. I got some feedback from folks who didn’t seem to get the mythology behind it and so were pretty lost, thinking that I had loaded the story with far too many characters, when really there’s only two characters and a lot of archetypes. Obviously, my main characters weren’t popping from the page. This story isn’t going over well in general. But I like it and think it’s salvageable. So far, I’ve chopped out a couple hundred words and added in a lot more characterization. Haven’t removed the sutures yet. When I do, will I what I’ve got left be a solid story or more closely resemble a literary Frankenstein monster? Sigh.
Received confirmation via the SFF.net newsgroups that both Ellen Datlow and Gordon Van Gelder are reading my reviews on Tangent. I’m being read by big time editors! My glee is offset by the probability that it might be the only time GVG reads my words as my submissions to F&SF keep getting smacked down by JJA, his editorial assistant. Rah, err . . . I mean dammit, um, I mean . . .
Eugie’s brain confused. Naptime please.