Random Notes

Georgia's mysterious bumpy feet dissapeared a half hour after I saw them, after a dose of liquid ibuprofen and an ice pack. Apparently they weren't Chicken Pox, nor Hand, Foot & Mouth disease as my sister suspected. Whatever it was there hasn't been a reccurance, so Go Us.

Writing on Shadow of the Red Vixen continues to limp along. I've been managing a paragraph or two a day, but no more than that. A combination of scatterbrainia and a general lack of motivation is hampering me. Need to see if I can set aside some time and drag the laptop over to the library to use in a quiet room or something.

Additionally, I'm wondering if I could use Kickstarter to pay for book cover art, with the promise of a free e-copy to everyone who contributes. Probably a stupid idea.

Meanwhile I've got a LoZ script fic I should also be looking at more closely...

Quote of the Day

Vorkosigan looked very thoughtful. "Bothari . . . does not have a good sense of self. No strong center. When I first met him, at his most ill, his personality was close to separating into multiples. If he were better educated, not so damaged, he would have made an ideal spy, a deep-penetration mole. He's a chameleon. A mirror. He becomes whatever is required of him. Not a conscious process, I don't think. Piotr expects a loyal retainer, and Bothari plays the part, deadpan as you please. Vorrutyer wanted a monster, and Bothari became his torturer. And victim. I demanded a good soldier, and he became one for me. You . . ." his voice softened, "you are the only person I know who looks at Bothari and sees a hero. So he becomes one for you. He clings to you because you create him a greater man than he ever dreamed of being."

-Barrayar, Lois McMaster Bujold