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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Send chocolate

Update: from Phoenicia Publishing, here.
Another update: peek at the version of Thaliad made for three pre-pub venues.

This morning I am working on arranging future book events and also reading books for the NBA-YPL award, and I have a feeling that most of my future 2012 summer days could be described as a mix of reading like mad, working on marketing for A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage and the two books coming soon, and scrambling to get through the final stages of upcoming books. Then there's maidlessness: the fact that a house with five inhabitants must be cleaned by somebody, and that the somebody is me. Perhaps I should just stop blogging because almost all my days will be the same! Of course, there are kid-ferrying days, when I drive a long way to drop off or pick up progeny. And yesterday I started teaching my daughter to drive. That was "curiouser and curiouser."

However, I have a grand idea for a novel... It would be bad of me to start one now, when there are so many deadlines and events ahead, wouldn't it?

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  1. No comment. (But I might be able to drop by some chocolate this weekend...)

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  2. Oh, is it this weekend?

    I am wholly discombobulated about dates at the moment. Need to quarry out the datebook and get organized.

    Montreal chocolate!

    I have a ferrying day tomorrow and will be abandoning the rest of the family for that, but will be around on the weekend (and I think the fellows may be camping. Not sure.)

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  3. Marly,
    I am sure this is the perfect time to start your novel. Isn't that just how these things work?
    Though I am a very late driver who didn't get my license till 50, I wonder why your daughter, as confident as she seems, didn't get hers till now. I guess it doesn't matter; it saved you money for insurance and car expenses.
    But you are one busy person. No summer laziness for you!

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  4. Actually when Ben comes home, I will be teaching them both to drive. Kids in a small village often just don't seem to care--at least in Cooperstown. But child no. 3 is interested and claims he will beat them both to driving. He asked my mother if he could have her old car (which she said Ben could have) if he learned to drive first!

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  5. I'll send chocolate if you send me a wee bit of your boundless energy! Wouldn't it be nice to have a maid too?

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  6. It's not boundless--I'm just obsessive!

    Yes, would someone please give me one?

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  7. For what it's worth (as I've just stopped by from nowhere) my vote is always to start the novel. It sounds like your summer will be interesting anyway!

    I have really been enjoying watching the cover art come together for your new book over at Clive's blog, as I'm sure you have as well.

    And thanks for stopping by my blog the other day and leaving an encouraging comment. Good luck with everything... I do hope you find time to sneak that new novel in!

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  8. Hi Jodi--

    Shall have to pop back and see what else you are doing when I have a minute (today is a long ferrying day for me, so not today!)

    Yes, it is fascinating, isn't it? But I think there will be surprises left for the book. Beth Adams is doing a marvelous design job, too.

    I'll have to think about that novel. I miss writing time now that I am deluged with reading, and shall be so into the fall. Wonder if I could shift it to tiny chapters? Which is not what's in my head...

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  9. I like that about being an "emptress," all about emptiness, tempting people to revel in it?

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  10. It was a typo, and then I liked it so kept it!

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.