July 31st, 2010

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[links] Link salad salutes Cheryl Morgan

A Genre Like Any Other — Cheryl Morgan on the Booker Prize and SF.

Three vintage book jackets

Library of Congress: 1905 and Library of Congress: 2007 — A cool pair of shots.

Outer Alliance Spotlight #43: Cheryl Morgan — Speaking of Cheryl...

About Portland, Oregon — An artist's perspective.

Worst wedding present ever — Oh, wow.

New Focus for Digital PhotographySoftware that gives users more control of a camera could revolutionize photography.

Lunar triple sunset — Mmm.

?otD: Tastes great, or less filling?




7/31/2010
Writing time yesterday: 3 hours, 30 minutes (revisions, WRPA)
Body movement: n/a (travel day)
Hours slept: 7.25 (interrupted)
This morning's weigh-in: n/a
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 4/10 (fatigue, peripheral neuropathy)
Currently (re)reading: Foreigner by C.J. Cherryh

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[personal] Incinerating the damned candle in a blast furnace

Who says a candle only had two ends to burn?

Friday morning I woke up at 1:30 am Pacific time to catch my plane out of Omaha. Arrived in Seattle about 1:30 pm Pacific time, spent the afternoon with markbourne. We met up with calendula_witch and markferrari in the late afternoon, then hied off to a hastily-arranged dinner at Coastal Kitchen with e_bourne, mikigarrison, criada and kehrli. Dinner was lovely, if tediously overlong, and kehrli gave me an incredibly sweet and thoughtful present.

After dinner we hauled off to the final Clarion West party, with a cast of dozens, including shelly_rae, scarlettina, jackwilliambell and tons of other folks. By the time we got there, I'd been up for about nineteen hours. By the time we left, I'd been up for about twenty-two hours. I could not walk in a straight line. I had a lot of fun, but by Ghu I have not burned it that hard in most of a year.

This morning, after a quick breakfast with markferrari, calendula_witch and I headed back to Portland. She drove. We enjoyed the inexplicable and time-consuming twenty-mile traffic snarl north of Grand Mound, arrived home in time to collect the_child and head for the Scholes twins' first birthday party, where more writerfolk were in attendance.

I am on the couch now, in peace and quiet at the Witchnest, and nearing a comatose state. Tomorrow I plan to move very slowly, and spend most of the day on writing and WRPA. For now, Hugo noms, a little reading, and then early sleep.