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I Speak With the Tongue of A Thousand White-Hot Lies!


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Just looked up the official titles for William and Kate (whom I always want to call ‘the Middletons,’ a la the Ponds) because my mother texted me from the road and declared my father’s head might explode without this information.

For the record, I want to know where the hell Carrickfergus is, and why Kate is its lady, not its baroness. And why they don’t spell her nickname 'Cate.’ That said, I have no fear of my head exploding without answers, so I call that a win.

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I've had two migraines in two weeks (which is unusual for me, so I’m keeping an eye on that–I see the doctor in a few weeks, anyway, so yay, more to discuss), and this one's headache has been with me off and on ever since. Not sure what may have triggered it, but I’m kind of leaning toward either stress or the weather.

I'm also thinking about doing an experiment and only using my iPad for, like, computer/internet stuff this weekend. Just to see if I can.

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Just booked tickets to Universal, with particular plans to hit all the Harry Potter stuff. I am ridiculously excited to geek out with the Zweeb over, like, everything. We’ve already got plans to get wands, and a stuffed Pigwidgeon, and to hit the candy store. My mother wants to ride the Hogwarts Express and see Hagrid’s cottage.

In other Harry Potter-related silliness … so we’re on Book 5 with the boy, reading a chapter or two every night. Scott has seen all the movies, but didn’t read the books, but of course, he’s hearing them along with Z.

So last night, I’m halfway through the chapter—Harry’s just used the shield charm on Snape during Occlumency lessons—and Z falls asleep on the couch. I nudge him a little, but he’s not moving. So I go to shut the book, and Scott pokes me and says, “Keep reading.”

"But … Z’s asleep … ?"

"I want to know what happens!" I go to hand him the book. "No, keep reading.”

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So I have a pair of the fancy new Apple earbuds, right? I coveted a pair of these to the point where I considered swiping a set out of the lost and found at work. (I did not do this; I was sorely tempted, but my cursed sense of morality won out.)

But now I have my very own pair, and I want to use them, but I also don't want to take them out of their pretty, pristine packaging. They look so nice!

(This is also why it took me twelve hours to open my iPad on Christmas. If the people at the Verizon store didn't have to open the box to get a new phone set up with my number, I'd probably take forever on those, too.)

Hey, look over there!
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No, no, over there, at Penumbra's blog!

Why yes, that is a guest blog from your truly, talking about great writers--as in, like, Great Writers.

So while I try to figure out what the hell the point is in the Boxtrolls post I have saved in my drafts, head on over there and find out who I think are Great Writers. (At least one of them should not be a surprise to anyone who's read this blog for any length of time ...)

Penumbra's October issue is out ...
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... and my ghost story, "Hauntings," is in it!

There are other stories in it, as well, all of which play with the theme of "paranormal adventures" during this spookiest of months. (I love October. I love ghost stories. I'm so excited about this, I can't even tell you.)

The issue is $3.99 and is available in a variety of formats for your e-reading pleasure.

(This is a standalone story, by the way; no Teachouts in sight.)

ahem!
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My short story, "Hauntings," will be appearing in the October issue of Penumbra eMag--the theme is "Paranormal Adventures."

I'm very excited! And if you want to check Penumbra out, their first year of issues is available for free (you can click on the banner at the top of the page I linked to above).

(also, "The Curator's Job" is still up over at GigaNotoSaurus for your reading and re-reading pleasure ...)

state of the Laura: weekend highlights
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Spent Saturday at Islands of Adventure to celebrate jkason's birthday.

I haven’t ever thought of myself as a Harry Potter geek, and yet I was all goofy as we walked into Hogsmeade, and did a little geeky dance of joy when we saw Hagrid’s cottage. (FANG WAS BARKING, OKAY? DO NOT JUDGE ME!)

My parents took the boyo to Magic Kingdom for the day, so I didn’t have to have Mom-guilt. I did miss him a lot, though—like, even more than I usually do when he’s not around. It hit the Lovely Husband, too; we spent a lot of time saying, "Oh, Z would love this," or "Z would hate that."

Said Z and I spent Sunday afternoon comparing stories and plotting out what sort of wands we want (even though the wand chooses the wizard and all that; I figure if the Sorting Hat takes requests, so can the good people at Ollivander’s) when we eventually go as a family to Universal.

My other trip highlights include the Spider-Man ride, which was awesome; the Jurassic Park ride (always go on rides with people who are willing to play along); and riding the Dudley Do-Right flume ride in the rain while swearing a lot and making bad 50 Shades of Grey jokes. Because we are very immature.

It was also lovely to stay up late talking about musicals and revenge tragedy and general gossip with Jason. That was probably my favorite thing. Dinner at Tu Tu Tango (art on the walls, dancers, artists painting, and so. much. food.) with three of my favorite people was a pretty close second.

Oh, and …

Z told me today that when he got off the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train ride, he said a bad word. The ‘h’ word.

Then he paused, and said, “Well, actually it was the ‘b-h’ word.” Longer pause as he waited for the adults to figure it out. ”You know,” he said, “Ron says it.”

Wait. “‘Bloody hell’? You said ‘bloody hell’?”

"That’s the one, yeah!"

"The Curator's Job" is live!
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All right, y'all, my long short story, "The Curator's Job," is up at GigaNotoSaurus!

This is another story about Corwyn and Gwen Teachout, lady adventurers for hire ... except it's rather early in their career. [1] Here, I'll give you a teaser quote:


“I think if you want to see her stop playing and kill you all like it’s a job, you take me out there,” Corwyn said with a grunt, then brought her boot down, hard, into his foot.


The story is also available on the website for download in EPUB and MOBI formats, for your e-reading pleasure.



1 [back]This one takes place before "The Drowned Man" (a link to which you can find in my sidebar), and you don't need to read one to read the other (though you should totally read both!  And then go read the vignettes on the blog that are also conveniently linked on my sidebar!  It's Labor Day--have a marathon read of my work!)

Gilgamesh?
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My husband apparently wants to read Gilgamesh. "Do we have a copy?” he asks.

Our house is basically made of books. It’s not big enough for all the books we have. I still have books from when I was five. I have books that I love, books that I think the kid might like to read eventually, I have books I’m keeping just because I hated them and ended up having to read them, like, two or three times, so at this point it’s like keeping the mummified head of my enemy on a pike.

Honestly? I don’t remember if we have a copy of Gilgamesh. I mean, the odds are pretty good, but who knows.

Anyway, now he’s critiquing the book shelves and complaining about our lack of organization. (Three or four years ago, we put everything together by series and author, but didn’t have time to alphabetize, so our ultimate organization is something like check where I have all the Eddas or I’d probably put that near the Neil Gaiman, go look on that shelf.)

(Did I mention the entire closet dedicated to comics boxes? Because that’s on him.)