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Sunday Hangovers

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These Boots

Boots2So maybe you don’t care that I now have a new pair of favorite shoes, these great cowboy boots with genie toes that I picked up today. But I’m putting up a picture here anyway, because they make me happy. I had a hard week and I’m still sick and so, retail therapy. It may not be pretty — actually, the one thing it is is pretty, so — make that cheap, it may not be cheap, but does it work? Yeah.

I also now have massively strong antibiotics, which let us hope together will conquer the Martian invaders that have taken over my body. I plan to spend the rest of the evening curled up on the couch with my second book of 2006, courtesy of the fabulous Ms. Jenny D, Manstealing for Fat Girls. I plan to do little else. Get a good night’s rest. Tomorrow I’ll feel better. I’m sure of it.

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Tuesday Hangovers

Hello, my pretties.

  • Mapletree7 over at Book of the Day uses the cleverest phrase ever to describe Iain Banks’ The Bridge: "The Bridge is a psychological tour de France." Emphasis mine.
  • Colleen loves Wintering by Kate Moses and relates to Sylvia Plath, overwhelmed mother and writer. (Where DOES the time go? I manage to keep myself from complaining — mostly, anyway — by thinking sympathetically about those of you with children on top of everything else. How do you find time to breathe?)
  • An excellent interview with Rebecca Skloot that’s full of tips (especially for freelancers). I particularly like this part: After she has finished researching, but before she begins writing, Rebecca spends some time ruminating. She calls this process of not writing but thinking intensely about her story (both consciously and sub-consciously) “fomulgating.” It’s another concept that she got from her father, a mixture of promulgating and procrastinating and several other words they’ve long forgotten. Fomulgating, in Skloot-speak, is the “writing that happens when you’re not writing.” It’s the stewing, the fermenting, the knitting together of a story that happens when the writer is patient and in repose.
  • My favorite Susan Marie Groppi waxes brilliant on Christopher’s The Voluntary State. (I’d tell you he’s working on that novel right next to me RIGHT THIS SECOND but it might jinx it.)

And that’s all for today, because I am beaten like an egg. Or something.

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Year in Reviewers

Strange Horizon has collected some thoughts from their reviewers on their favorites of 2005. Um, at least from the ones who weren’t, like me, too scattered to get their pick in on time. I would have said The Fairy Tale Review. And Veronica Mars (there’s arguably a ghost in season 2, thus making it maybe SF). And Jeff Ford’s The Girl in the Glass.

Because I can never pick just one thing.

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New Year Hangovers

Happy New Year, beloved readers; may yours be filled with whatever you desire.

I only have a few straggling hangovers today because bloglines, she is down, down, down in the burning ring of fire. That’s probably to the good of my getting things done today. And once I finish up this next thing, I should have time to do some reviews of things I’ve been reading lately and fun stuff like that.

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Happy Hangovers

New Year’s EVE hangovers (see below explanation of the inner workings of BondGirl Bizarro World):

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Happy New Year’s Eve!

This seems an inauspicious post to make as the first of a new year, but ha! I’ve decided that TODAY is our New Year’s Eve, since I felt entirely too crappy yesterday to celebrate. So that means it’s technically not the first post of aught-six, now doesn’t it?

Yes, I finally gave in and went to the doctor — not girl or boy, fish or fowl, martian death cold or the beginnings of bird flu but SINUS INFECTION, it turns out. At least I got antibiotics and loopy-making pills that seem to be helping. Of course, on the not so pleasant side effect tip is that Christopher’s picking up the original cold that started all this. It’s a vicious, as they say, cyclotron. But. We’re getting dressed up in our pajamas for a New Year’s party here in a bit (where we will be the only hangover-free people, likely, natch — this postponement celebration thing has many benefits), where we will eat, drink and be merry.

And my head WILL clear enough to get some writing done, because it has to. There’s always tomorrow. Which will be the first official day of the new year according to the Shaken & Stirred calendar. Got it?

In like a lion.

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Friday Hangovers

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Thursday Hangovers

Otherwise known as the ritual cleansing of the bookmarks…

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