On the inside, looking out

Damn, I hate being trapped in the house.

I don't believe I got outside the door yesterday, but that was different; I'm on a writing-jag, I'm working, sometimes I don't notice.

Today I can't leave, because I'm waiting in for a delivery. Which is of course the surest way to ensure it doesn't come, but my telephonoia is such that I really, really hate having to call companies and ask them to redeliver, so here I am and here I remain.

It's not like I don't have things to do indoors. I have houseguests at the weekend; I could, y'know, clean the house. Do laundry. Like that. Also, there are books to write. And so on, so forth.

But. Look, there's a world out there. And because I am in here, I suddenly have all these reasons to go elsewhere. Me and the cats: we stare out of windows and are trapped, while the damn' tormenting birdies flutter about in freedom. Tweeting.

The power of tongues

In this morning's (snailmail) post:

Ace is on the very verge of remaindering the mmp of Bridge of Dreams, so if you were thinking of picking up a copy, now would be the time to do it. Sigh.

But! An insurance company tried to screw me over last month, and I wrote to them to point this out. I may have been a little ... stern. And they have capitulated, instantly and entirely. Hee. I can haz stroppy-letter kreditz.

Also on the power of tongues, Barry is currently curled up immediately beneath this monitor which I am looking at (though you are not). He is washing, as a good boy does; which means his head is rising and falling, and every movement jostles the monitor, so I am reading what I type in a kind of vibratory fashion. I can haz see-sickness nao?

Meh

So I was waiting in for this copy-edit, because I am Good Like That and did not want to miss it; it was supposed to have been sent yesterday, by overnight courier.

So now, today I get the e-mail to say that it hasn't been, that the copy-editor had rush jobs on (why is mine never a priority?) and I should now expect it on the 29th. Uh-huh. And okay, I have done useful things with my waiting-in - three loads of laundry! and I cleaned the oven!! - but even so. They could, perhaps, have said this yesterday? Before I made a prisoner of myself?

*goes out*

AKICOLJ, and we are grateful for it...

Um, you know how you can get cakes these days, with book covers or other illustrations inkjetted onto the icing?

Obviously, whatever they use is edible; but does anybody know whether it's regular inkjet ink or something different, food-colouring inks developed specially?

I only ask because I have on my desk here a print-out of m'friend Daniel Fox's cover for his new book, Dragon in Chains, and both cats have spent some portion of the day trying to lick the ink off, and, y'know. I just wondered...

Oh, and while I'm on the subject, you could do worse than click that link and pre-order the book. If you like my writing, you're going to love Dan's...