August 1-22, 2013

So all my promises about keeping up with my journal have been broken and I would be willing to bet I have lost readers because of that. But do not despair, Constant Readers (or as Dorothy Parker called it when addressing children’s book review in her Contant Reader column: “Tonstant Weader”) here is a three week catch up. And what a three weeks it has been.

I have been both host and guest these busy first 22 days in August. Hosted tea for Mark (one of the poetry editors at Pirene’s Fountain, an online journal that has published a number of my poems) and his wife Hazel and their “kids,” a delightful pair of well-behaved dogs who fell in love with Wayside’s garden. Went to the Pittenweem Art Festival opening with Bob and Debby and son Matthew and their friends, where luckily a painting I fell in love with–over my summer budget–got sold before I could come back two days later for another trip about, this time with friend Christine.

I gave a house tour to a Lorimer scholar, hosted my How Do dinosaurs editor Bonnie V and her son for four days, even driving them around the Highlands and through Glenn Shee for about eight hours. Did a day at the Fringe Festival with friends Elizabeth and Steven, then four days in Devon at my old friend Terri Windling’s house with her delicious husband Howard and their bouncy dog Tilly. Met many of their artist friends and one, the ineffable David Wyatt, had a painting of a bunch of owls as rock stars in a recording studio that so tickled me, I wrote 19 light verse poems about birds as rap, jazz, karaoke, brass band etc musicians for (hopefully) him to illustrate. And I reworked part of the first two chapters on the Holocaust novel, House of Candy.

And of course I wrote: Adam and I inching ever closer to the end of the second Seelie Wars novel, and edging ever closer to finishing book 1 of Stone Cold, the graphic novel trilogy for Lerner. And I have revamped the Baba Yaga novel in verse, written a poem a day (sometimes a LOT more) for my subscribers, begun reading the poems as the judge for the SFPA (Science Fiction Poetry Assn) big contest. Some 60+ poems to be read and judged.

On my plate before returning to the States: hosting Bob Harris’ launch party for his new children’s novel, The Day the World Went Loki; a birthday luncheon for 8 at the house for Christine, hosting (and cooking for) the annual children’s fantasy writers luncheon, a day trip to Glasgow to see cousins Janet and Nigel and Janet’s 90+ year old mom, my cousin Bea. And a three day visit in Aberdeenshire with friend Mike and Susan. Also a lunch in town with the head of the STanza poetry festival, a couple more pottery decorating classes to finish up my pieces, and I’m sure a bunch more lunches and dinners and Afternoon Teas before leaving.

And that’s why (excuses, excuses) I didn’t write in the journal for 22 days! Oh and the cat ate my homework. (Just kidding.)

 

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