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VS. I think she looks hotter in the jump suit, personally. I’m hoping that her new promotions involve her wearing more clothes. Why? Would you see a male race car driver posed with no clothes in front of a car? Um. No. See, I have no problems with selling products using your image. The Williams […]

Got a call at my desk from Yellow yesterday. “Can you come back here?” he said. I walked back to his cubicle expecting that I was going to get into trouble for putting in the wrong dates for something or miscalculating the number of LMUs we’ve installed. I saw that he was surfing the internet.

I emerge from NY well rested, well fed, and have a shitload of edits to do on the Fantasy Saga. I need to alter some names and compress several characters into single characters (the problem with cutting 60K from a book and keeping all of the original characters is that you realize some of them

What kind of disease are you? Kameron Hurley: Kameron Hurley is caused by monkeys. Kameron Hurley disease causes deadly flatulence upon infection.To cure Kameron Hurley, light self on fire. Name?

I have a good deal of things to say, but I’m channeling a lot of energy into fiction writing (selling fantasy’s going to be getting more and more popular, eh?). Hopefully, I’ll be resuming something more like my usual blogging schedule on Monday. Tonight, it’s off to NY for some good-old-fashioned quality time with B.

Why is it these days that I’m having more and more trouble realizing I’m reading something from The Onion? Geez. (via twisty)

I have coffee. It is good.

Totally revamped my morning weights routine, which had gotten stale and boring and wasn’t doing much for me anyway. Now it’s back to kicking my ass, literally. I’ve added front squats and deadlifts, and ohhhhh does my ass notice. Keep in mind that I’ve only got 20 lb and 30 lb weights at home, so

Wow, people are buying stuff at my CafePress store! Superkewl. I make a buck or two for every sale, so hey, send me to World Fantasy in November! And if I see you wearing BW apparel at the Con, I’ll, like, sign it or something. Hey, I might be famous in twenty or thirty years!

Thank goodness it’s a short week. Off to NY Thursday night. Only 3 days of mind-numbing desk jockey work until then! Yay!