Homebody

Karen has gone into work today; after yesterday's mammoth writing session in the coffeeshop I have decided to stay home, because repeating something that worked? Ugh. Why would I want to do that?

So I am baking bread and pottering about and watching two huge blue boys have Dragonfly Wars in the garden (unless they are having Dragonfly Sex: I have no actual notion, and I ought probably to learn more). Intermittently I go out to the clubhouse and write a little, but it's kinda desultory. Which is not very resultory.

SF in SF - reading tomorrow

[If I don't post this, m'wife will be cross with me.]

Laura Anne Gilman and I will be reading tomorrow evening at SF in SF, which event takes place in the Variety Preview Theatre on Market St & Montgomery, the first floor of the Hobart building. In San Francisco, obviously. If you can come, you ought to be there; there will be drinks and books for sale, and money raised for a good cause, and fiction! With Q&A! And Terry Bisson! And probably other writers hanging around, because there usually are...

I'm in this

Gabrielle Harbowy has revealed the cover for WHEN THE HERO COMES HOME 2 (or "The ReReturn", as I like to think of it. Or "Return Again, Whittington!"). The Table of Contents went up a while back. As you will already know, therefore, I have a story in this one: "Bringing Back Raby". When I was a kid, we had a phrase: "he's dead but he won't lie down." I learn today that it was a song; I'm not sure we ever knew that. Did we know that? I'm not sure. I may simply not have remembered. I may have sung it all the time when I was smaller. Who can say?

That is all I have to say on this topic.

Oof. That was unexpected.

I just cycled ("bicycled", hereabouts) down to El Camino and back, and it was almost exactly as hard coming back downhill but into the wind as it was going uphill with the wind at my back: viz and to wit I was in the same gear in both directions, and on the edge of dropping down one in both directions. Most unusual, for hereabouts.

In other but related news, I would quite like to know why my legs are not mighty of thew, with all this exercise they're getting. Does one simply stop building muscle, after a certain age? Because if so, I would like to protest it. And possibly drop down a gear, sulkily.