It's pretty much official at this point: I'll be writing a third Supernatural novel. I can't say much about it, except that it'll be out in 2010, the current working title is Heart of the Dragon, and it'll take place in San Francisco in three different time periods.
Although the Olympic movement likes to present itself as inclusive and meritocratic, this was not always the case. The "father" of the modern Olympics, Pierre de Coubertin, had opposed the inclusion of females at the games, stating "Olympics with women would be incorrect, unpractical, uninteresting, and unesthetic." An early IOC statement on the question declared, "We feel that the Olympic Games must be reserved for the solemn and periodic exaltation of male athleticism with internationalism as a base, loyalty as a means, arts for its setting, and female applause as its reward." In 1900, the floodgates opened, and 11 women (against 1,319 men) were permitted to compete at tennis and golf.
There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror. Orson Welles (1915-85)
Got up earlier than usual to drive the Forebearance to the airport as they hie to Chicago for the American Library Association conference. Then home to nap for a bit, then to the shrink for the weekly appointment (she thinks me and terri_osborne living in different apartments is a good idea for us both), then down to the dentist for the first time in about five years. Got a cleaning, a lecture on Why I Should Floss And Use Mouthwash, and made three appointments for deep-scale cleanings and followups and stuff.
I've been watching Torchwood: Children of Earth -- I'll try to do a detailed review after all five parts are done.
The muse has been stuck in the mud. This needs to change and fast, as I've got a fuckload of writing to do.
When E-Z Pass says they're going to e-mail you your password (because the password that used to work doesn't anymore), it would help if they actually, y'know, e-mailed it! Sigh.