Nice dinner with Sharmi and David, followed by a Scrabble game in which David cruelly denied me the right to play the word "quailers" (as in, "You quailer!", meaning 'one who has quailed mightily, a phrase that was in common use around the U of C math department when I was a wee college lass). But righteousness triumphed in the end, as "squalor" placed on a triple-word squashed him quite thoroughly. Huzzah!
Today I'm going to go up to Berkeley in the hopes of actually writing for a change. I'm planning on going directly to Cafe Elodie (do not pass go, do not collect $200), for lunch and tea and working on the novel. I'll be there from about 10:30 - 3-ish (hey, Dan -- want to have lunch?), and then back to David's. Dinner tonight with Debbie, I think, though I should've confirmed that earlier. Fingers crossed, at any rate.
Have you guys seen the Cafe Press POD thing? Now I'm severely tempted to go make a little book. Would you prefer:
a) a copy of Season of Marriage
b) a copy of Minal in Winter
c) a copy of Esthely Blue
d) a selected set of my love poems
e) a copy of The Poet's Journey
f) a copy of The Poet and the Mathematician
g) a set of Sri Lankan recipes
I might do them all eventually, but y'all can vote on which I do first. :-) All the stories are available on my stories page, of course.
Hmm...I'm going to need a color cover if I do this. Oh, Zak? You there, Zak?