So! Last night I finished “The Wolf’s Bride,” which, at 10,381 words, is officially a novelette. Such a cute word, novelette. “The Gift of Magic,” by contrast, is a shortish short story, weighing in at 4,330 words. This means I wrote a grand total of 14,711 words in August. Which means I’m a slacker. It’s now September, my obligations to my characters are retired, and that little nip of fall in the air tells me it’s time to get to work.
So, in anticipation of getting right to work, we slept in this morning, had a leisurely breakfast of fresh fruit with other things — in Steve’s case, Cheerios; in mine, yogurt with wheat germ — and then Did Things. I have other Things still to Do, notably changing out the old USB hub for one that (hopefully) works, signing lots and lots of pages, and doing the bookkeeping that sort of accumulated in a paper drift on the corner of my desk while I was playing with Cael.
Some day realsoonnow, I need to get Ox set up properly for the upcoming Road Trip, but I suspect that today is not that day. However, I did buy him a wireless mouse yesterday, to make up for neglecting him.
I hear via Twitter from the redoubtable Mr. Standlee that Spokane has won the bid to host the 2015 WorldCon. Here’s the link, in case you want to register, or volunteer.
Mr. Standlee also lets the world know that Detroit has won the bid to host the 2014 NASFiC (North American Science Fiction Convention). Here’s that link.
Steve and I intend to be at both DetCon and Sasquan. Hmmm. I’m going to have to start seriously saving pennies.
In other, though not lesser, news, today is Scrabble’s declared eleventh birthday, the Shelter having supposed her to be one year old when she locked up for being an unsupervised juvenile on the streets. She celebrated by performing a new dance, which I unfortunately did not photograph. Let us just say that the choreography was both stunning and unique, which we have, of course, come to expect from an artist of Scrabble’s standing.
She has now retired to the hefalumps. Celebratory ice cream is planned later, for Steve and I, with catnip for the Queen of the Day — and the silly fluffs, too.
Here, have a birthday picture: