GWENDA BOND

Yawn

A little slow on the start here this morning, due to our neighborhood's brave, fireworks-loving souls who would not be silenced by mere rainstorms (inspiring, really)... much to the dogs' and cat's dismay and mine. Until the middle of the night.

I'm used to it by now, but will never lose my next-day resentment for the resulting tiredness and crankitude.

p.s. I suppose this was a day off then; I'm comforted by how many of us disgruntled day-after-the-Fourthers there are. Christopher just made the most amazing dinner of whole wheat fancy pasta, chicken, avocado, yellow tomato (from my little plant!), mango and probably something else. Yum, I say. The rest of the evening to errands and undemanding television. Back tomorrow. Probably.

I Don't Like Mondays

Busy, busy, but I'll be back later today with -- gasp -- an actual post about several actual books I've read recently and liked. It's been too long since I've done that.

The Pre-Trip Busies

Why is it always so frenetic trying to get ready to leave town for a few days? Could it be because I put a bunch of stuff off and am now trying to get it done, along with the new stuff? Probably.

I answered not a stitch of email this weekend, so apologia for that. There was biking and brunch and squirting the little dog with half-vinegar, half-water solution to make him behave, and etcetera. I'm afraid there won't be much to see around here until we are ensconced in Madison, but I do plan to update from there with entries and photos and maybe even some videos.

Oh, also, Wiscon-goers -- we have never done the Sunday night dress up thing, but I'm considering bringing something fun this year. I have this Betsey Johnson fuschia and black tea length dress with a foofy tulle skirt that really deserves a night out. Too much?

p.s. This issue of Say...? Best. Ever. Seriously. Finishing up now. Available for purchase at the Small Beer table.

p.p.s. Okay, the foofy dress is coming along, assuming miraculously wonderful Carmen's dry cleaning can do a minor repair for the roses sewn along the neckline.

Oh and

Emails from the last couple of weeks will be answered this weekend. Pinkie swear.

Sorry Chickadees

For disappearing again so soon. Lost in One of Those Days and to Writing the Novel, but I'll be back later with some Actual Content.

Siesta

I wish.

Deadlines are circling, so I'm taking a few days off from this space. Back Monday.

Sick Day

I seem to have contracted the Deadly Revenge of Something. Back tomorrow (hopefully!).

In the meantime, check out Niall Harrison's excellent review of newly-minted Crawford Award winner M. Rickert's collection (my take here).

On the Road (updated)

And no free wireless anywhere. Back Thursday. Or possibly Monday.

p.s. Portland is awesome!

p.p.s. Yeah, so I sprang for the in-room high speed. I'm a junkie, I know. And I still won't have time to post. But I am so loving this city: quick, someone offer me a job here.

Grrrr

Dealing with car trouble and other crap that makes a girl snarl. Back tomorrow (hopefully) with a more rosy disposition. Until then, it's The Black Keys at full volume. Hope your day is less annoying.

Pay No Attention

...to the girl behind the curtain. She's crashing on a deadline and will be back Wednesdayish.

Like the White Rabbit

I'm late, I'm incredibly busy, I'll try to throw up a real post later on.

In the meantime, after reading two books back to back for review assignments that I would never have read otherwise, I am mucho happy to be reading Andrea Seigel's To Feel Stuff. She gave her first "reading" in support of the book over the weekend, and there are pictures of the dancing. That's right: she danced. And plans to do so again. (At Book Soup on Tuesday.)

Would we be constantly moaning about the fate of the written word if more writers shook their thang for the masses? I think not.

Playing Hooky

Going dark for a day or so to play with my new toys and have dinner with people passing through the Commonwealth, etc. Back soon.

(image courtesy of)

I'm Late, I'm Late

It's true -- it seems like everyone else is already at or on their way to BEA. I'm proudly representing the community of stragglers. I wing out early tomorrow morning and arrive mid-afternoon, or just in time to see a few people and grab a bite before the party hopping begins. (I'm bringing my pogo stick and my magic wand.) (Not really; too hard to explain to airport security.)

Anyway, I hope to see those of you who are/will be there when I get there. I'm not making any promises about blogging while away, though at this point I'm leaning toward taking a laptop. That could change if I need the room to pack my cowboy boots. So either back soon with BEA reports or back Sunday evening with BEA reports. (I'd bet on the latter.) Good weekends all.

Going Dark

I'm taking a few days off, likely back next week. I just didn't want to leave the sweet boy's entry at the top of the queue. Thanks to all who have called and written to us. It's a tremendous comfort in a time when we need tremendous comfort. Back later.

Lucy, I'm Home!

Didn't mean to go AWOL today, but we were dealing with some crises. The many fans of George Rowe the Dog, Poster Boy for American Values, My Attorney, will be pleased to hear that he seems to be rallying tonight -- gracefully excuting the eating, drinking and standing more or less upright we all know and love. We are breathing big sighs of relief; keep your fingers crossed. Real content to follow.

Busy Bee

I owe quite a bit of email and feel kind of lousy and am busy, busy, busy.

But do expect a response over the weekend, which will be mostly spent furiously finishing up some reading, reading, reading for the LBC and the Fountain.

(That, over there on the left, is the Whitefronted Bee-eater eating an, um, bee.)

Seconding

Because I don't have time for anything else at the moment.

V for Vendetta: I'll just agree with William Gibson. (LOVED it. Everyone should see it.) And, in case you don't want to track it down, here's a link to the excellent Cinema Blend review Gibson quotes.

Bones: I'll just agree with Hannah. (Seriously, that air guitar scene is one of my favorite things I've ever seen on TV.)

Friday Wave

Still have this stupid cold (after this I am NEVER getting sick again; you hear me, germs?) and am busy so today is a day for excuses. Maybe some cat blogging later, if he'll sit still and let me take the picture. Some writing later; something new, something top secret because I'm not quite sure yet. Some sleeping.

And on Sunday, I'll join the other instigators here at Ed's fabulous live Oscar blog party. Do stop by.

Off the Hook

I'm playing hooky for a couple of days to take care of some car trouble, do stuff, see my family and read. In the meantime, I stuck my blogthology story "Unflappable" up over on the little fake MySpace blog (friend me! or not), so you could read that if you didn't (or not). And I am completely in love with M.I.A.

Good weekends all.

Black Cloud Mood

Back tomorrow, sunnier.

Siesta

Since the thing to do seems to be to stay very, very quiet, don't expect much here until next week. Yesterday, I crashed and burned after the 700-mile neverending odyssey that was Christmas (thanks for the Magnum), managing only to accomplish lunch with a friend and the pending tweaks to GG (word to the wise: make sure you haven't inadvertently skipped a chapter, like say eighteen, in numbering). Today the Magnum goes back to its Rental Home and I get my car back, and hopefully a new stereo installed. I have a terrible cold again, or perhaps it's just exhaustion.

My to-do list is just the right length for a long holiday weekend: getting a massage (a present even!), mailing some stuff, finishing up interviews for and writing a freelance piece, writing up my notes on a friend's most excellent novel, revisiting my Roanoke research and revising a short story. Oh, and somewhere in there drink champagne and resolve stuff. And see Syriana.

I may break in with an RIP for the Magnum and a list of things that made me happy this year. Then again, I may not. Either way, I wish you an enjoyable last few days of the year and a better next one.

Flatline

Yes, we've been sucked into the holiday vortex. It looks as if it's a 72-hour journey to the other side this year, so see you late Monday. Much must be eaten to avoid getting trapped forever. (And the holiday bitchiness continues to grow at an alarming rate...)

Anyway, those at the right are less lame than me, so check them out in the meanwhile. Also, Jeff VanderMeer has put up a "kind of" holiday tale from the Secret Life, for your reading pleasure.

Last but not least, drop Mr. Rowe a holiday line or comment on his practically nonexistent birthday (aka TODAY), at CVROWEATGMAILDOTCOM or on any random entry over here. Sadly, he's still computerless so he may not respond right away, but he's sharing mine and frequenting the library so it won't be too long. And how lame is it that he gets no real birthday? Very, very.

And hey, hope you got some loot. You deserve it.

Waves

It's ChristopherGras*, so we're going out for Mexican food, the latest Realms of Fantasy (with Chris Barzak story, natch) and Narnia. I may even have a Christopherita or two. (Hmmm... I think Gwendarita works better.) Perhaps a post later, depending on the number of 'ritas.

*It has been pointed out to me that some people don't know what GwendaGras is, so they won't know what ChristopherGras is. Can such a thing be true? Figure it out, people! Where have you been?! It's called JULY**!!! Anyway, Christopher's birthday is actually on Xmas Day -- you still have time to buy him a brand new Apple laptop, which is what he needs as his is dead, dead, dead. (Address in the sidebar, imaginary good samaritans.)

**That's when my birthday is. July 12.

The Best Kind of Thanksgiving

...is the kind we have!

The North Carolina contingency is en route, with the champions of the Northern Climes coming later on. (NC vs. NC, get it?)  So, there'll probably be dust bunnies around here for the rest of the week. I'll try and snap some pics. In the meanwhile, have a happy T-day, everybody.

I Hate Mousies*

Nothing of substance here until later. Family obligations had us out of town all weekend and so there is much catching up to be done. I did manage to add some new items to all the sidebars on the left over the weekend, and, of course, you are always encouraged to visit those fine souls along the right.

*Intentional.

Swampland

Okay, so, terribly behind on email and a number of other things. (Email will be answered tomorrow: promise!) We have a reading tomorrow night (I'll be doing one of the new and improved Girl's Gang chapters) and I have to write a crit for this evening. On Sunday, I'm off to Atlanta for a couple of days for a work thing and plan to hole up in my room for any loose ends time to (hopefully) put the Girl's Gang rewrite securely to bed and I need to work up some questions for an interview I'm doing for someplace that's not here, and on. SO, to be more succint, it's busy on this end of the dixie cup and you may not hear much from me until Wednesday or so. I'll try to poke my head in or pre-post a few things for Monday and Tuesday, but I'm not promising.

Just remember: I love you all. Have a nice weekend.

p.s. Check out Kirby Gann's most excellent answers to a few questions I sent him by way of Mr. Mumpsimus. Kirby Gann week was a great deal of fun, I think, and there's still an interesting thread in the comments of one of the posts about flawed books and perfect ones. Stop in and leave your own. I prefer less than perfect books myself, for the most part.

Under The Weather

On the heels of the desperate nap need, comes a little bit of bleh. (I'm hoping it's just a little bit, anyway. I resent the very idea of a virus snatching away my weekend.)

So now, another nap, and reading Oh Pure and Radiant Heart and trying to bypass this weather I'm under. I suggest you check out those down and to the right, and do drop in on The Elegant Variation where writer Christian Bauman (whose Voodoo Lounge is very close to the top of my TBR pile) is holding court today.

Have a good Friday.