The plane dude_the and Nick flew in on was delayed due to the fog, so they didn't walk through the door until after six yesterday. Glad I am to see them. dude_the and I had a bit of dueling digicams--flashbulbs popping everywhere, oh, the carnage!--and there was much hugging.
After much catch-up gabbing and dinner for the starving masses (Matthew bought pies, both pumpkin and cherry for dessert!), we put on Hellboy as neither of our guests had seen it. I fell asleep afterward, and they put on The Ring (I'm too much of a wuss to watch it, so they had to wait until I was insensate). Unfortunately, there's a lot of phone ringing in the movie, a sound which I find difficult to sleep through. So my dreamscape was weirdly punctuated by movie dialog and noise. I believe dude_the and Matthew were still chatting deep into the wee hours of the AM. Not sure when Nick (who I really need to prod into getting an LJ) stumbled off to bed, but it means that I can expect all to be late risers.
Hobkin, of course, woke me for breakfast and then promptly went back to sleep under his hutch when he was done. So here I am, wide awake and by my lonesome. Oh well, it gives me a chance to catch up on my LJ friends list.
I really do like having such a full house. I just wish Dean could have made it too.
Hmm, I still have not received my check for "Of Two Minds in Lanais" from Leading Edge. Think I'll give it another week and then prod the editor again.
I've been remiss in finishing up this week's review for Tangent. Not sure if I'll have time this weekend to hammer it out, but I'm thinking I needn't be so concerned about deadlines until after the 2nd in any case. My editor is engaged in election-related work, and I suspect he won't be performing his editorial duties until after that foofaraw is over.
Each of the stories in the Embark to Madness anthology is getting an illustration to preface it. Sent off a couple scene ideas to the artist for "Perfidious Beauty." Hoping to get a sneak peek of the artwork soon. I do love seeing art inspired by my fiction. I especially love it when the images I have in my mind match the one(s) the artist comes up with, like the cover for Ascendancy of Blood. 'Course sometimes they don't jive at all, but it's still neat to see artistic imagery generated from my words.