An Exuberance of Dahlias

I have come home, kissed the children, pet the cat, and spent twenty minutes in the garden deadheading and pruning, gathering seeds for a friend (columbine, morningstar sedge, plus a new native to my garden whose name I’m forgetting), and picking dahlias. (I feel like the group name for dahlias should be an exuberance of dahlias.) I can be done for the day now, right? That sounds very appealing right now…

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Safe landed in Chicago

Safe landed in Chicago. Tired, glad to be home. Did some writing on the plane (draft progress = 10%), also read quite a bit of Jo Walton’s _The Just City_. Now to see if I can get my Global Entry interview knocked out, then home to check on the garden, write some more, kiss the kids, write some more, pet the demanding cat, write some more, pay taxes, write some more, take Kavi to soccer practice, write some more…

…if I can get to 50% today on this Wild Cards story draft, that would be good. Will see how energy holds up.

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I didn’t check the flight time yesterday

I am slightly annoyed with myself that I didn’t check the flight time yesterday — I’ll make it in plenty of time, but I won’t be able to fit in the interview with Jo Walton that I’d planned, and which I *could* have done at 8 this morning, if I’d realized that my flight was leaving at noon (as opposed to what I thought, that I had to leave for the airport at noon). Sigh. (Too many balls in the air, start dropping them, time to slow down a bit, MA.)

On the plus side, I’ll get home before the kids go to bed, so that is nice. Plan for now — finish packing, get some coffee and fruit at the included-with-room breakfast (I already had the last of the restaurant pittu and curries leftovers for actual breakfast), remind people about upcoming Feast stuff (Kickstarter pre-ordering closes this Wednesday), and then dive into Wild Cards drafting.

I am supposed to give George a story basically now (which I have already gotten two extensions on). Let us not discuss how far into that story I am at this point.

(0%. I am at 0% percent right now.)

(Have pity on my soul. Pray for me. I have perhaps been reading Jo Walton‘s _Lent_ too assiduously, because all the Catholic language is returning to ambush me from my childhood…)

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I keep buying food that I don’t have appetite for

The combination of being really tired + being in a new city (Montreal) + staying in the heart of a food culture I really haven’t been exposed to much (Chinatown) = dangerous. Willpower is very absent at the moment. Willpower has taken a long walk off a short pier.

I keep buying food that I don’t actually have the appetite to eat much of, but I just want to taste it all. Roshani had to fly home a day earlier than me, so I can’t even make her eat some of it. My hotel room has a fridge, but there is still a limit on how much leftover food I can carry home on the plane tomorrow.

And I have *still* not managed to try poutine. Maybe at the airport tomorrow? I am feeling guilty for all of you who have kindly recommended your favorite poutine restaurants, which I faithfully made note of — the logistics just didn’t work out. I will just have to come back to Montreal. (World Fantasy will be here in a few years….)

Pictured: Spicy hotpot from Chez Chili. Tasty. The shrimp were sweet, the mussels yummy, and there was also lotus root and shiitake mushrooms and noodles tied up in neat ways and various other ingredients including some I couldn’t identify. Good choice. Though even if you ask for very spicy, don’t expect it to actually come that way. It did burn a little though.

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I am super tired and lying down in a dark room in a Montreal hotel

I am SUPER-TIRED and lying down in a dark room in a Montreal hotel watching tv and simultaneously trying to get up the energy to either go get some Chinese buns that I’d really like to try, OR some poutine (which I still haven’t tried yet), OR at least start working on the story that is on deadline, but the energy is not arriving, but I had to at least pause to tell you that season 5, episode 11 of Schitt’s Creek is one of the SWEETEST episodes of tv I’ve ever seen, and it gave me ALL THE FEELS. 💖💖💖💖💖

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Very excited that Farah Mendelsohn will be working with me

Very excited that Farah Mendlesohn will be working with me on the SLF’s big creative writing educational project, name to be announced shortly.  She has already helped me refine my somewhat inchoate ideas into something much more practical. Woot! More soon. We also did a fabulous interview at Scintillation, talking about British / international fiction, her new book on Heinlein (_The Pleasant Profession of Robert A. Heinlein_), writing from her own working class background and much more. You’re going to love it. We only beat each other up a little bit!

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Silly and exuberant, with purple hair and orange nails

Went a little wacky autumnal in honor of Scintillation convention in Montreal this weekend. One of the nice things about being a writer / professor — good latitude in being able to play with color. I may not be chic like the French-speaking residents of that city, but I can be silly and exuberant, which is surely almost as good. Purple hair, orange nails. Happy Halloween!

OH — IMPORTANT reminder that if you want to pick up a copy of the Sri Lankan cookbook from me in Montreal (whether you’re attending the con or not), you MUST tell me now, so I can pack it tonight. I have 4 listed already, and I think I have room for 4 more in my suitcase. Who needs clothes when you have books?

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Ellie is getting an x-ray this morning

They have GBBO master class on the tv in the vet’s waiting room — solid choice for anxious pet parents. Ellie is getting an x-ray this morning to look at her chest (where they recently heard a murmur) and abdomen (where she has a large mass that may just be fluid/fat, but maybe something more). She’s getting to be an old beagleish girl, at 13, but we’re hoping for a few more good years. We love her to pieces.

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