My cranberry juice went bad. =( Cranberry juice should last forever. Why doesn’t it? I now am worrying that the people who pick up our recycling are going to be judging me for recycling a cranberry juice bottle with an expiration date of September…of last year. YES I HAD CRANBERRY JUICE SITTING AROUND IN MY FRIDGE FOR OVER A YEAR AND IT FERMENTED, BIG WHOOP WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT? Anyway this just goes to show you…something. Something about me not being a real adult, or something, I don’t know I kind of lost my point here. And now I
I’m delaying the release of Stranger Skies in paperback by a month. It was supposed to be out by Halloween, but my editor has found a bunch of things that got missed in the last round of edits, so those need to be fixed before we can release a paperback.
Of course, that means I must also fix the ebooks. That will be happening as soon as I have the full list of edits to be made; I will then be sitting down and doing the print book and all the ebooks in one go. (Read: how to work yourself to death over a few days.)
If you’ve already bought the ebook, then you should get a notice when the updated version is available.
If I’d had the same selling experience since release as I did with Bellica I wouldn’t be concerned about this, but I’ve actually sold four copies of Stranger Skies since releasing it 11 days ago (and one sold via pre-order). Apparently that marketing thing can work.
Hopefully the edits aren’t too major and you won’t notice a thing.
Later today expect to see a vlog of me reading Fifty Shades of Grey and drinking whiskey. No bra on my head. I forgot. I was very tired. Next time.
Or do research. Or blog. Or anything. December 24th to January 6th is not the 12 Days of Christmas. December 26th to January 6th is. I’m two days off with this giveaway thing. Even after I counted four times before doing the first post. Even though I knew that January 6th was Epiphany and therefore the last day of the 12 days. Even though I used an actual physical calendar to count. To solve this problem! The giveaway is still open until midnight-ish PST on the 6th/7th. Ok let’s just say till the morning of the 7th. Whenever comments
She knows I’m a Cylon. Galactica is my 1987 Volvo Station Wagon. She’s a good ship, but then she does shit like try to kill me and I feel like beating her with a hammer. Or calling up Aaron Douglas and screaming “WHY WON’T YOU MAKE MY BIRDS FLY? I need my birds to fly!” The latest shit she pulled was this weekend. I was heading to my friend’s house in Burnaby for a Friday night write-in. It was raining, which is the usual in Vancouver from about the end of September to the end of June. It was
So back when I was still traveling, and I believe it was when I was in Salem, OR, specifically, I set a goal for myself. An ultimatum, even. I told myself I was going to finish The Jade Star of Athering by April 28th. I was giving myself 10 days after my final exam (the 18th). I figured that I’d be able to power through it. But then I visited my boyfriend on the way home and he had a cold. And I got that cold worse than he did, which seems vastly unfair, and slept for several days
On Saturday, I spent perhaps an hour and a half crying — no, sobbing, raging with tears in my eyes, lamenting my situation to the heavens above. They didn’t listen very well, but I don’t expect them to. Then on Sunday I did things. I was generally productive. My boyfriend came to visit me and we got to watch some TV together, because I was feeling well enough to sit up for a little while. It was a fairly good day. Today I got around all day without the walker. A big feat, considering I had to go get
Aside from the sewing machine I showed y’all on Monday, I also have a Singer 513 Stylist at my house (the older one I bought is currently at my boyfriend’s place). I managed to get this one working yesterday and started work on my costume for this weekend. (Yes, I realize it’s cutting it close. Don’t judge me.) Well, at some point I noticed the bobbin was getting all tangled, so I took the machine apart to try and fix it. Now I can’t get it back together. No, I don’t have an owner’s manual. I still need to