We got to the work weekend slightly late, because we had to stop at the vet so
womzilla and
supergee could have Aimee (one of their and
nellorat's current collection of 14 rodents) looked at.
The afternoon was the usual mix of manuscript reading and markup, questions about spelling and usage and such, and tangential conversation. Oddities included a manuscript (which needs work) marked "author needed" because it had somehow become detached from the covering email that said who had written it, and a word that none of us recognized, and the OED and Google both came up blank on. Our best guess is a typo, but that definitely goes back to the author as a query.
We wound up having dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant, which was tasty and excessive (large servings, and we did it by each adult ordering separately, then passing around plates when the people who'd ordered them decided we'd had enough--so I got lots of my shrimp with peas and pine nuts, and a bit of duck, a couple of pieces of scallion pancake, and some moo shu vegetables). Then Womzilla dropped me and Walter at the railroad station, and on the trip home he asked me about my novel-in-progress, and made a couple of good comments, along with offering to read it when it reaches that point.
Somewhere in there, my cell phone went missing. I'm guessing, and hoping, that it's on the floor of Womzilla and Supergee's car. Second choices are David and Kathryn's living room, and the vet's office. Update: I just heard from Womzilla. The phone was on the floor of his car, and I will get it back when he stops by here later.
The shelf of Tiptree Award stuff is growing nicely, and Kathryn Cramer offered to keep an eye out for relevant short fiction when she starts reading for the Year's Best collection.
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The afternoon was the usual mix of manuscript reading and markup, questions about spelling and usage and such, and tangential conversation. Oddities included a manuscript (which needs work) marked "author needed" because it had somehow become detached from the covering email that said who had written it, and a word that none of us recognized, and the OED and Google both came up blank on. Our best guess is a typo, but that definitely goes back to the author as a query.
We wound up having dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant, which was tasty and excessive (large servings, and we did it by each adult ordering separately, then passing around plates when the people who'd ordered them decided we'd had enough--so I got lots of my shrimp with peas and pine nuts, and a bit of duck, a couple of pieces of scallion pancake, and some moo shu vegetables). Then Womzilla dropped me and Walter at the railroad station, and on the trip home he asked me about my novel-in-progress, and made a couple of good comments, along with offering to read it when it reaches that point.
Somewhere in there, my cell phone went missing. I'm guessing, and hoping, that it's on the floor of Womzilla and Supergee's car. Second choices are David and Kathryn's living room, and the vet's office. Update: I just heard from Womzilla. The phone was on the floor of his car, and I will get it back when he stops by here later.
The shelf of Tiptree Award stuff is growing nicely, and Kathryn Cramer offered to keep an eye out for relevant short fiction when she starts reading for the Year's Best collection.
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