I know, I know. Bad…

I know, I know. Bad Mary Anne. Very bad Mary Anne. My only excuse is that in the last two weeks I've written four stories (two of which I really think are pretty good), read and critted an appalling number of other stories, and read several novels. Basically I get up at 5 a.m. and work until 10 p.m., with brief breaks for meals. It's like boot camp for writers.

I decided I needed a break today when a particularly innocuous conversation sent me into tears. Exhausted and overwrought. Time to rest. So I'm going to write a little here, do some e-mail, and then go read a very fluffy book.

I note here that if any of you are so inclined, I would adore a care package. :-) E-mail me for the address...

Despite my silliness, Clarion is actually going exceedingly well. Exhilarating and exhausting, surrounded by intelligent, talented people who are managing to be remarkably sane (so far) despite the grueling pace. I'm working slowly through the plotting of my novel (yes, I decided to go back and replot the damn thing). I'm fascinated and slightly disturbed by some of the stories coming out of my head. I'm narrowly avoiding a minor crush on one of my fellow Clarionites. I've met Delany. I adore Michael Bishop - go read Ancient of Days. Then read it again. Nicola Griffith is beautiful and sardonic as well as talented. I'm going to be at Westercon all day Friday and Saturday (and will be on the erotic sf panel at 10 p.m. on Friday) -- if you're in Seattle, stop by. I'm going to be on tv. (Seattle's KOMO-TV, on the show: Town Meeting). I don't sleep enough. I don't exercise enough. I think I'm eating enough, but it's really hard to keep track. I definitely am not getting enough hugs. The intensity of the writing makes it all utterly worthwhile.

That's probably enough babbling for today. Sorry again, my dears -- no promises as to when I'll write again. Perhaps the next time I fall apart. :-)

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