My own Pollyannaness astounds me. Sometimes, I think I must be rather simple. No matter what's going on (and there is always something) I always at least start
the day with the notion that it's going to be fabulous. Ah, me...may the heavens strike me down if I ever slide into pessimism. I think it would cause a rift in the space/time continuum and the whole world would implode in an opposite big bang or something.
Nothing is HAPPENING
. In fact, things are quiet and...normal? I think that's what scares me a little. How can anything
be normal after last summer? I can't help feeling the weight of the horizon. I don't want to feel it. I don't want to acknowledge it. Doing so feels like expectation, and I can't live that way, so I don't--but the weight is still there despite waking up each morning excited to have yet another day to do those things I love to do. Confuzzling, I know--imagine being in my brain! No, don't...it's kinda crazy in there.
Today, I'm going to work on the blurb for ATNL
until lunch, afterwards, more skimming and trimming of Beyond the Gate.
(Cut 2000 words so far!) I'll be putting the blurb up on Heroines of Fantasy, maybe even a few sample pages for the curious. We'll see. First, the blurb.
Speaking of HoF, publisher and editor Eric Reynolds was up yesterday, telling the tale of how a scifi guy ended up publishing fantasy novels. If you haven't already, go check it out.
And while you're there, take advantage of your last chance to win a free copy
's new novel, Eolyn
. Fabulous book. I was lucky enough to read it before publication. Whew--epic fantasy at its finest!
In parting, I leave you with this Forgotten English word of the day
from the French, rogne, the scab or scurf. Applied to women as "scurvy fellow" applied to men.
~William Toone's Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete Words
Also:~male sex organ.~
Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary 1914
Somewhere between 1832 and 1914, the word went from being a derisive term for a woman to a euphemism for penis. Interesting...