Notes from aboveground

[sovay]

I have strange_selkie and darthrami to thank many times over for the actual print copies of the January 15th—21st issue of the Washington Post's Book World that they shipped to me, such that I was able to show off the review of Singing Innocence and Experience to my advisor, who happened to be waiting in the same line at the pharmacist's: that was simultaneously random and cool. The fact that this review was out there on newsstands for anyone to see really does blow my mind. I've acclimated my brain to the idea that people whom I do not know personally will read my stories. But that people who've never heard of me might find out through the Washington Post? I've got think about this one for a little.

Immense archaeological coolness continues to happen in greyselke's neck of the desert. If I were a member of a team that had discovered a statue of Queen Ti, I'd be grinning, too.

Does anyone other than fleurdelis28 want me to write about snails?

Comments

[shirei-shibolim.livejournal.com]

Snails would be lovely.

Huh?

[erzebet.livejournal.com]

Snails! :)

[larryhammer]

Snaily scribbles would be fun.

---L.

[kraada.livejournal.com]

Snips, snails, puppy dog tails . . . whatever!

So long as I get my regular dose of Taaffe every now and again, that's all that really matters.

Because really, you could write a phonebook entry and make it stirring and moving. And then we get Colin Meloy (had to look his name up -- lead singer for the Decemberists to read it, and we die of happiness. Because Colin is LOVE. (Whoa, I just devolved 5 years and turned into a girl . . . lord help me . . .)

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Hoddydods!

Nine

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Your posts and your friends who comment are providing me with such entertainment. Hoddydods, and all that followed. I've been out of the academic world a long time (maybe should have opted for a job in a university instead of the commercial world and child-rearing), and reading bits like this in the morning is almost as good as being back. So, thank you. And you've reminded me of a poem I wrote called "A Snail Trip through Heroin." Years ago, so it might be crap, but I think I'll take a look. In the meantime, I hope you write something.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Did you see. Thing. In ellen_kushner's LJ. With the anthology you should do.

Am also coming to Readercon. If my wife comes, we'll be staying in the hotel; if not, I'm reserving a blanket on your floor. Or if you want to stay in the hotel, I'll split the cost with you. Something. Not thinking right now. Sleep.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Back to Egyptology. DAMN cool. Maybe I should have gone into archaeology after all...

and the concept of ablaut ("those scary little noises in the night," as my advisor calls the effect;
groan. Rede nicht zu mir über Ablauten und Vokalveränderung--es erinnert mich an meine kommende Mittelhochdeutschklausur. (Nicht, daß es wichtig ist, ob ich durchfalle, aber ich soll trotzdem lernen...)
OK, I should also stop showing off.

[yukihada.livejournal.com]

You most definately do not know me. And I adore your stories. Just think one day, if I get a job in Senior high (rather than middle school), a classroom of teens may be reading your stories as well. I certainly hope to bring some of my interests into the curriculum.

And I'm quite happy because if I start spouting my love for your work and don't have a computer to point at your Bookslut interview, I can always unfold the Washington Post from my space pocket to show to others.