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5 AM on a Sunday morning. Sleepy, bitchy, gotta go to work.

Stumble down the hallway, try not to wake anyone up, try not to fall asleep in the bathroom. Find my clothes, tell myself that no, you really do need to go in.

Navigate the living room to the front door by the light of the streetlights outside. Pull on my coat, realize that not even the great outdoors has compelled the cats to get up at this hour.

Step outside. So quiet with no one around. Smile and look up. "Hello, Orion."

There are advantages to 5 AM.

Man, I forgot to give a prompt again, but in my defense I was lost in Philly and trying to get to the airport most of the morning. Yay?

prompt:

two children, one knife

Oh, dear, and my first thought was "a good start."

I immediately imagined Wednesday and Puggsley Addams.

Interview is up - Elizabeth Bear: [link]

Two children, one knife... huh. I'ma need to think about that.

I was perusing a letter from E.B. White on the wonder Letters of Note website. Such a delight to read really eloquent writing. I noticed something interesting: White ends is letter with "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak my piece." I thought the phrase was "speak my peace", as in "saying what I need to say in order to have satisfaction and peace of mind," though I definitely can see the interpretation as "speak the piece of information that I want to communicate."

Huh. I always thought it was "speak my piece."

It is "speak my piece."

And congrats, Gud! That's awesome!

Going to go read Sox' interview!

I'll claim regionalism, then, instead of admitting I was wrong. Yay, parochialism!

The agent I sent a full manuscript wants to give me a call to talk about it.

Okay, I'm getting kinda excited about this.