I’m very tired right now, not having slept much last night. This was because I went to see a burlesque show, The World Famous Bob Presents and last night’s star was the beautiful and talented Weirdee Girl. I would highly recommend this show to anyone in the NY area who likes or is interested in burlesque. In addition to the always excellent Kitty Nights, it was one of the best shows I’ve seen recently.

So I’m tired, and a little hot, and I should go to bed, but like a little kid up past his bedtime, I can’t seem to make myself.

I didn’t get any writing done tonight, but I got a lot of writing administrative work done tonight – querying outstanding subs, sending off new ones, buying a membership for World Fantasy, sending off novel queries and sending my latest novel to the first readers.

So I feel accomplished. And I should be able to go to bed feeling like I can relax. And yet here I am, typing this at 1AM, looking for something to entertain me on the internets.

This is going to be a weird weekend. I can already feel it…

Thanks to all those who agreed to read my latest novel. I really appreciate your help with this. I have sent it out to those who made themselves known, with the exception of my classmates, who I won’t bother now with this. Maybe later, if that makes sense.

If you’re just reading this for the first time, however, and are interested, feel free to let me know. The more, the merrier (me, at least).

Thanks.

So the alphabetizing/book shelving was going well. I had to give up hopes of fitting my anthologies on the three large bookcases I was using, but I was looking forward to at least getting everything else up.

I ran out of space after ‘W’. There’s not much that comes after W, of course, but I can’t even get to Zelazny. Perhaps my favorite genre writer ever.

It’s really rather depressing.

I’m now looking at my shelves, trying to figure out a creative way to rearrange what’s already up…