Today, random and sundry for a bit, then lunch at Heaven on 7 with Trey and Shannon. Not sure what I'll do after that -- maybe come home, maybe just hang out downtown, since I'm going on up to Evanston for the 5 o'clock signing. We'll see. Where am I more likely to get some writing done? Lord knows I haven't been doing any lately...
I have been reading, though. Finished re-reading the Beagle, and reading Nesbit's Wet Magic and The Magic City, both charming. Halfway through Chute's Turning Samoan, which is really kind of fascinating. Mostly a mainstream novel full of odd twists and really sharp dialogue, with a female protagonist who looks like a conventional babe (skinny and big-breasted) and who really longs to be a typical Samoan woman (huge and powerful, in her mind). But it has odd bits of magic too, here and there. A bit Rushdie-like in the way it's used. Interesting, and hard to put down. I fell asleep reading it last night; if I hadn't been so tired, I think I could have easily stayed up and read the whole thing.
Okay, off to do more SH quibbling.