So I finally quit my bitching, took some of the royalty money from The Labyrinth, what was left over after mortgage and vet bills and website fees, and bought myself a working laptop. We are broke again, but I am mobile, and will be stuck at neither con nor family gathering without access to my files and the ability to work.
Her name is Genevra, she is an HP Pavilion dv4000, she is very slim and slight and black and silver and shiny, and after-Christmas sales rock. After the Cleveland folk helped my sorry ass set up a home network, I am still moving music and files from the desktop, but should be ready to go today, and then we’ll see if I can’t knock out these short stories when my back isn’t painfully hunched at the kitchen table, but propped up with pillows. W00t.
Also in the w00t category: I was recently alerted to the fact that, this being award season,
There is a package waiting for me at the post office. I have no idea what it might be. I must also mail Apocrypha to