Size 12 is Not Fat

Yesterday I trekked the small people down to the library and got the essential library card. Which entitled us to 5 items. 1 princess book, 1 Veggie Tales tape, and 2 books for me because by then the small people were done, even if the library does have a cool train for toddlers to play in and look out of and teddy bears to hug.

I was feeling all virtuous for writing, so I read Size 12 Is Not Fat and laughed a lot. Very fun story. Okay, I didn’t laugh about the corpses, but some of the lines in this book were so perfect. And I liked how the first person voice was done. A good mystery, a good romantic storyline, and I’m looking forward to more. Because I have to find out if she does get together with Cooper. (If she doesn’t, I want him.) I also really liked the way it wasn’t hammered into the ground but the message about not starving yourself to be artificially thin (i.e. thinner than your natural body type and healthy weight) is put across in a very good way.

Highly recommend as both a terrific, entertaining story and a positive view of the real female norm for body shape/weight/size.

Date change

Spoke to my amazing St. Martin’s editor yesterday about various things, mostly marketing related, but my six-month release schedule there has been changed to Aug/Feb instead of July/January. Those are now the solid dates, so woot. And I get to put an excerpt from Capture Me in Wild Wild West to tantalize readers! I’m pretty excited about that, I hoped I’d be able to. Still no glimpse of the cover. Can’t wait to see the cover.

That’s about it. Lots of work going on here, amidst a sea of order as opposed to boxes. And Terry Pratchett’s new book will ship very soon, Wintersmith. Must. Have. Wintersmith. This is the 3rd Discworld installment of the Wee Free Men, and if you haven’t read Wee Free Men and Hatful of Sky, what’re you waiting for?

Post ‘n run

Still no reviews on Wolf In Shining Armor. Insert nail-biting icon here. But while I always wonder how a book is doing, really, once the edits are done there’s not much more that can be done. It’s finished, out of my hands. I gave it my best, now it’s out in the world on its own. I do my bit to promote each title, but then again there’s only so much of that you can do, too. Really, in the end its up to the story and the writing. I can only hope that lots of people are in the mood for a medieval werewolf tale.

And then get busy with the next story. Because no matter what happens with Wolf, I have more finished releases coming up and I have edits to finish off and more writing to do, giving it my best.

Also, there are these small people underfoot who need attention. Honestly, there is nothing like small people underfoot to cut down on your obsessive worrying time because there’s no time for it. 😀

Books, books, everywhere

Nearly done unpacking all the books. Shelving them brings back happy memories and it really is like a reunion with old friends. “Look, it’s Craig Shaw Gardner! Time to re-read Bride of the Slime Monster?” “Oh, Sharyn McCrumb, I love Bimbos of the Death Sun.”

The authors who take up the most shelf space are Lois McMaster Bujold, Laurell K. Hamilton, Robert Heinlein, Anne McCaffrey, Terry Pratchett, Janet Evanovich and Jayne Ann Krentz/Quick/Castle. Others I might only have 1, 2 or a handful of titles by but they’re always worth revisiting, like Madeleine L’Engle, Susan Carroll, Nicole Jordan, Kim Stanley Robinson, Plato. (It’s an eclectic collection that runs from comic books to The Epic of Gilgamesh.)

And now thanks to Zaz, my collection just grew by one since I’m a winner in Beth’s Challenge. 8)

Packing, moving, and unpacking allll those books makes me really grateful for ebooks, though. I love our print collection, but I love the portability and space saving (and lack of dust) I get with ebooks. Not to mention we have no room for another bookcase, so we either have to keep buying ebooks, weed out more of the print books…or be buried under a mountain of tomes someday.

Beth’s story

Beth described a man in her blog and posted a challenge; tell his story. Of course I bit, and here it is, doing double duty as my daily blog entry.

Zaz stared at the primitive device, unwilling to admit he might need assistance. He was a member of House Kalor, as his clan markings clearly showed. A race and a House far more advanced than anything Earth had to offer. Still, how to make this machine produce the two-dimensional non-interactive image he required baffled him.

His failure made him surly. More surly than usual, that is. House Kalor was known for their skill in survey and willingness to travel to the far reaches of the galaxy, not for diplomacy.

Apparently he’d managed to annoy even more bystanders than usual on this survey trip as more than one Earth native had threatened to summon the Fashion Police. Fashion Police were not listed in his database of local authorities, but between the baffling machine and the repeated threats to involve him in an interstellar diplomatic tangle for reasons that eluded him, Zaz was on edge.

Nevertheless, he did go out of his way to be polite to the woman who offered to assist him with the machine instead of offering the interfering female a one-way transport to the nearest moon. Zaz thought the effort to not offend the natives might improve his standing if the Fashion Police did apprehend him. Or at least persuade his superiors not to downgrade his ranking.

The machine did cooperate after a surreptitious kick to the front panel, and Zaz walked out of the building with his copy. His mission was nearly complete. A few more details and then he could finish his report on the way to the wormhole. If Gal was with him, the forms would be complete before he departed local space.