August 23-28, 2013:

You want a busy week? I’ll give you a busy week! This one included running a book launch for a friend at Wayside; the fifth (I think) annual YA fantasy writers’ luncheon at Wayside; a day trip to Glasgow to have lunch and a visit with cousins; a guest here at Wayside for two nights; finishing the decoration of a small platter in my pottery decorating class–oh yeah, and some writing.

The book launch was for the publication of Bob Harris’ first solo novel in six years, a delicious fantasy romp for middlegraders that takes place in St Andrews when two local boys mix it up with the Norse trickster god Loki: The Day the World Went Loki (Floris Books). Yes, the Robert J. Harris with whom I wrote eight novels and several short stories who is married to one of my bestest friends, fantasy writer Deborah Turner Harris. We had between 40-50 people at Wayside, Bob gave a reading, sold a number of books, autographed them. There were drinks and nibbles and laughter–and three children came as well. With parents, of course. It was a grand time.

The Fantasy authors luncheon was also at Wayside, and this year there were just seven of us: aforesaid Harris duo, Lisa Tuttle (the guest who stayed over two nights), Elizabeth Wein (with her new novel Rose Under Fire, a brilliant sort of-sequel to the brilliant Code Name Verity, and yes, I am in the middle of it right now), Elizabeth Kerner, Annmarie Allen, and me. Much eating, much drinking, much hilarity. And book/publishing gossip as well. I love these folks!!!

The day trip to Glasgow was a bit fraught, with my losing my rail card, and then an unexpected diversion getting to the station because of roadworks which took me fifteen minutes out of my way (luckily I had started fifteen minutes  earlier than I’d planned) and the station closed which meant having to buy a ticket without explanation from a kiosk, etc. But I got to Glasgow when I thought I would, had a lovely luncheon with cousins Janet and Nigel Fabb and Janet’s mom Bea (my first cousin). The ride back was two hours of bliss as I began reading the above brill Rose Under Fire.

As for writing: finished and sent off both the verse novel Finding Baba Yaga and the book of humorous bird poems, Rocking with the Birds. Worked on a new chapter for the second Seelie Wars book. And wrote a number of other poems including this:






Launching a friend’s book does not mean

flinging it against the wall like spaghetti,

hoping it sticks. Does not mean

aiming it at the moon, expecting a shortfall.

Does not mean hitting it with a bottle of champagne

while reaching for the lifesaver.


It means reading the book and marking passages,

calling in markers, and sending invitations,

making lists and making promises.


It means cleaning the house, buying cakes,

cooking eggs and deviling them, setting the table,

lining up wine bottles, arranging flowers, tables, chairs.


It means getting up early, going to bed late.

It means setting up, tearing down.

It means worrying first, worrying after.


It means sleeping with a conscience

whose slate has been wiped clean at last.


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