I realize that not all Arghs celebrate Thanksgiving, but I’m still grateful to all of you; you make this a better place with every comment you leave. So today, I’m thankful for the Argh People. And for gravy. In that order, which considering how much I love gravy is saying something. Here’s hoping you have a wonderful holiday season wherever you and whatever you celebrate. As my mother would say, I just want you to be happy.
I have to go make a speech in Princeton, so I’m trying to find my Serious Clothes, the ones I have to wear underwear with because tomorrow I will be in a serious place discussing serious things with serious people. Okay, not really, romance scholars are usually pretty laid back and lots of fun, they probably wouldn’t bat an eye if I showed up in my usual working clothes (pjs and bunny slippers), but I think I should make the effort. I got rid of most of my Serious Clothes when I left Ohio but I still have a couple of jackets and some dress pants and some dresses I might be able to convince people are speech clothes and not just sundresses with a jacket. I even have a pair of high-heeled bunny slippers, but I think that might be going too far. read more >>
Sixty-four years ago, something amazing happened: Me. Well, every birth is amazing, I don’t think there was anything special happening with mine in particular (my mother said she’d had worse stomach aches eating green apples which COMPLETELY prepared me for my own twenty-four hours of labor ending in an emergency caesarian twenty-five years later, but I digress) and then some stuff happened and BAM, now I’m sixty-four.
I find this difficult to believe until I remember that I saw the Beatles live on Ed Sullivan. read more >>
I’m finally getting out of the house and back into speaking mode. Okay, one speaking engagement: one of the keynotes and a panel on gender in romance at the Princeton Popular Romance Author Symposium on Oct 24 at 5:30. Travel is now dicey for me but the wonderful people at Princeton are sending a car so I can do this:
I’m keynoting the first night and appearing on a panel in Betts Hall with people I really like so probably no snarling, and that’s all free, but you have to register. The papers are presented the next day, Oct. 25, and for that you have to pay twenty bucks, but it will be well worth it; Princeton has been very open and supportive of romance scholarship, so they tend to attract very good papers.
Just wanted to let you know I’m leaving the house at the end of October. Krissie is dogsitting so the dogs are delirious with joy, and I get to talk about gender and the romance industry. Happiness abounds.
Also, last draft of “The Frog Principal” first scene tomorrow. This week turned into a dental nightmare.
Some days I just want to slap people: the phone answerers at my bank who don’t talk to each other and therefore give me conflicting information, the guy at Home Depot who always scowls and says, “What?” and then repeats the wrong information when I buy paint, the Republicans in Congress, that kind of people. Which is when I go to this gif: read more >>