Hungry skunk. Sleepy me. No sleep for she-who-chops-the-veggies. Fed skunk. Awake now. Blah.
Went to see The Winter's Tale at the Shakespeare Tavern last night. They did an excellent job of this quirky and occasionally bizarre play. I'd forgotten the details of it since it's been years since I last saw it, and it's never been one of my favorites. But the folks at the tavern did a fabulous job.
Also on a Star Wars binge. Watched Episode IV on Friday, V yesterday, and going to watch Return of the Jedi today. Maybe The Phantom Menace too.
After a nap . . .
Re-read the Cricket rejection, because once I got past "we regret" the first time, not much else sank it. Discovered my editor also included the name of the artist who they're having illustrate "Razi and the Sunbird" for their February '05 issue: Elbrite Brown.
I'm totally jazzed. This guy won the Coretta Scott King/John Steptoe New Talent Illustrator Award (which is an American Library Association award like the Caldecott and the Newbery) in '04 for My Family Plays Music. I'm sorely tempted to head out to Barnes & Noble to get a peek inside this book. I'm having an ALA award winner illustrating my story!
I'm also beginning to jones for another sale. *twitch*
Yup. A blah day. Blah. Blah, blah, blah. Blah blah. Blaaaaah... blah. B-lah? B'lah. Yup, that's it.
B'lah crept quietly down the hall. Yes, true, Klingon warriors should eshew such cowardly tactics as creeping and halls, but B'lah was fairly certain that the ancestors of his house didn't have Klingon-Bunnies in mind when they came up with the policies for warrior behavior. Still, his furry, ridged brow furrowed in distaste at the strategic limitations forced upon him by his diminutive, fluffy frame.
Hm. I'm truly dangerous when bored, aren't I? ;)