November 25th, 2006

winter

Uff da.

I need to like fewer of you. Can some of you please be big jerks to me? Thanks.

Oh, wait. Some of you actually could, if you thought it was what I realio trulio wanted. So, um, please don't. Request rescinded.

(I just finished making my preliminary Christmas card list. It's actually not as long as I thought it might be. If you fear I will not know where to find you and this is a problem for you, please send your address to marissalingen at gmail.)

(But still: lots of friends and loved ones.)

(I was thinking of trying to finish "Carter Hall Lights the Lamp" for sending to people as a Christmas story. I'm not sure that'll happen -- if it does, it may be "Christmas" as in "by Twelfth Night" rather than "by 12/25," but if you would like to be part of "people," please e-mail me or leave a comment here.)
good mris pic

Week of November 19-25

No acceptances, no rejections, no nothin'. Not unexpected for a holiday week (although the mail could have arrived on stuff sent before the holiday -- stranger things have happened).

There are all sorts of useful things I should do around the house before we go make lefse (which didn't get done on Thanksgiving because my mom had been making a traditional Thanksgiving dinner and was about cooked out -- understandably so), but it seems that instead I'm working on Zodiac House, and that's okay. It's being fun, still. (Here's the advantage to "chapter books," theoretically for middle-grade elementary school kids: by the time you hit the mid-book doldrums at 30K, the book is very nearly over, if not over completely.)

I keep hearing people talking about how YAs have a sense of fun (most recently ccfinlay), and I keep hoping I can keep that going into What We Did to Save the Kingdom even though it will definitely be a grown-up book. (Sex! Violence! Politics! More sex!)

Oh, does that sound like a decision? Yah, well. Kind of is. Feeling pretty good about it.