X-MEN: THE LAST STAND was on last night. Oh, the pain! ::shakes fist at Bryan Singer for abandoning the faithful::
I put in a long day of work yesterday, but I am officially “getting there.” Today, however, I have to put the novel aside for revisions on the short story. Tricky little bastard. I’m still trying to figure out some things, and it’s hard to switch gears when you’re going from contemporary Africa to rural Indiana in the early 1900’s—if I keep the story set there. I’m tempted to write a new one. Time to play. Always a good thing.
Found cow tracks down by the creek. Don’t know if they’re fresh, since I’m not that outdoorsy, but it’s still interesting to see where Big Momma / Big Daddy has been. Again, I hope the cow managed to make it safely home. Oh, boy, do I hope. Because if anyone decides they’re going to search this property for a missing bovine, they might not ever make it out of the woods alive. This place is dense, man. Moving through the forest behind the house would take a chainsaw and might feel like carving a hole underground.
Yesterday’s issue of Publisher’s Weekly listed all the publisher spots for BEA. Dorchester will be stationed at Booth 3681, and I’ll be there on June 2nd from 2-4 PM signing and giving away galleys of Soul Song. Other goodies will include food and liquor. At least, that’s what I hear. Good times!
Speaking of which, I was looking up the spelling of Imodium—for the purposes of my book—and came upon the official website, which is, dare I say, quite…useful. I mean, besides the animated diagram on how Imodium actually stops bad tummy—which is all pink and very amusing—I found something far more profound and, ultimately, life-changing: A bathroom finder. Oh, yes, my pretties. Be safe on your travels. For when the potty strikes, there is a map to ease your woes.
In other not-so-news, Daisy is feeling a bit petulant this morning. I think she wants the leftover steak from last night—or else Green Bear and Pig are going to suffer the consequences. Given that she knows where I sleep—and happens to share my pillow—I’m a bit afraid of not giving in to her demands.