TGIH: Thank Goodness I’m Home

I’ve been travelling a crazy amount lately, for me: Utah in March, Oregon in April, home and cramming in some shifts before driving to Toronto for Noir at the Bar, and now getting a few shifts in and orchestrating Max’s birthday party (homemade piñata! Ice cream cake!) before I fly to Los Angeles for the Roswell Award ceremony.

Which is glamorous but tiring.

Anastasia welcomed me home with a picture she coloured. "I didn't finish it. It was too boring."

Anastasia welcomed me home with a picture she coloured. “I didn’t finish it. It was too boring.”

Max made a whole package for me. One of them was a card saying, "Here come the licks." Then he called Roxy over, but she wouldn't lick me.

Max made a whole package for me. One of them was a card saying, “Here come the licks.” Then he called Roxy over, but she wouldn’t lick me.

So I wanted to write a quick post about how good it felt to come home. I love seeing new places, but I also love eating cereal with my husband. Even our dog, Roxy, wanted to sleep outside my door.

 

I put on my red suede ankle boots to go out. At the Oregon fantasy workshop, Kris Rusch had called all boot-wearers up to the front of the class to make the point that not all boots are alike, so you need to describe them instead of just saying “boot” (real details instead of fake details).

I understood the point, but I missed my boots.

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The Lego spells I heart you. Max assures me it was hard to make.

Writing-wise, I’m trying something different now. I’ve joined Patreon, a new crowdfunding platform. Over the next week or two, I’ll explain what that means.

In the meantime, I’m clicking my ruby slippers together. Happy Victoria Day weekend!

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