Didn't I use to be somebody?

[desperance]

I went into the post office this morning, to collect a parcel. I handed over my card and the guy behind the counter looked at it, read my name - and paused, and thought a bit, and looked at me and said, "Are you the author?"

And when I confirmed it, he said he'd read several of my books. I beamed upon him.

And then he gave me my parcel (I haz toner! I can auth again!) and I went my way, still beaming. My name has recognition value!

In other news: but no. There is no other news. I am an author; I auth. That is all.

Oh, except that Mac came and sat on me this afternoon, for half an hour together, with purring and snuggling and no biting at all. It must be getting cold again.

And I have taken to bringing him home a handful of grass, because that's all he actually wants to go out for, however much he fusses. It's kind of like keeping a very small horse.

And Barry used the scratching post! For the second time in two days! Tho' I fear it will prove a flash in the pan. (I should explain: he was, of course, the perfect cat, and scratched only on the post. Until the Awful Boy moved in. Now Mac scratches on the post, and Barry - doesn't. He uses the carpet a lot; he used to use the furniture, until I yelled at him. But suddenly yesterday he was giving the post what for, just like the old days. He got a treat for that. And then again today - but today, he was beautifully posed with his claws dug deep into the sisal, and I was just singing his praises, when in came the Awful Boy and pounced on him. And Barry screamed, and fled; and I bet that puts paid to this new/old adventure. Sigh...)

So: no news, then. Just work, and cats. Oh, and I'm going to be at FantasyCon, of course: panels at 10pm Friday night ("Crossing the Streams" - blurring the boundaries of genre fiction) and 12 noon on Sunday ("When does Fantasy become Horror?") - I suspect these may actually be the same panel, but hey...; a "Write for Life" workshop on Saturday at 3pm; and a reading, 5.30pm on Saturday. Be there, O my beloveds...

[ETA: when I am not panelling, look for me in the bar. Tall guy. Wearing black, from top of head to soles of feet. In general, I realise that at F'Con this is not much help; but start with the black cap, there aren't so many of those.]

[ETA 2: If in doubt, ask me about my teddy bear.]

Comments

[tammy-moore.livejournal.com]

I'll be there too! At the Morrigan Books launch and I have a reading slot somewhen - but I was only told of that yesterday. If you hear riotous laughter that will be my reading. Not that I write humour, I just lose control of what I say when I'm nervous. I told Richard Bausch a joke about fisting once.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Excellent! I neglected to say, any time I am not panelling, look for me in the bar. I'll be the tall one in the black. That'll make it easy...

[athenais.livejournal.com]

I just want to mention that you are somebody to me. You're a Sim. It's quite a good likeness, too. And you have a teddy bear in your room.

I really enjoy putting people I know in my Sims game. Vastly entertaining when they interact with other friends-in-Sim form.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Good grief.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's a game.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure, no problem - just...

Computer games are a closed book to me, a book you have to write yourself. I prefer to read the books someone's already written for me. So it's like dispatches from an alien land, learning about what goes on in games. Sometimes a very alien land.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Fair enough!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Eek!

[See the science fiction scenarios race each other through the author's head...]

Hee. I haz a Simulacrum. And Softly, too. In the end, the bears and the software will come together, and take over the world. Cuddlily.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

honest, it's just to populate the sf/f/fandom sector, not to be creepy. the sim with your name is a sim who is very kind and friendly to everyone, and doesn't go out much but doesn't mind if his friends stop by to see him. he fixes them a meal every time. and he loves his teddy bear.

that's why it's so entertaining to name sims after real people. i am always amazed at how often they act similarly to their real life counterpart.

also, my caps lock stopped working on this computer, sorry.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hee. That actually does sound kinda like me. Except that I prefer my friends to let me know they're coming to dinner; not so good at spontaneity as I would like. But I'm working on it.

(And it's okay, I am not in the least creeped out; thoroughly amused and a little flattered, I think.)

[pennski.livejournal.com]

Work and cats IS news! And it's what lj is for, surely?

That and bears.

[anef.livejournal.com]

All Tabitha wants grass for is to eat it so she can sick it up on the carpet. She can jolly well get out there and collect her own grass.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ah, my Misha used to do that. I grew catnip specially for her, and we played a game whereby I went out into the garden and hid the catnip-pot somewhere, and she came out and found it; and then she ate the catnip; and then she went indoors to be sick. It was her favourite game...