Inna Minute

Schwag in the bag

The download release of the audio project is set for late Fall. Time to design some schwag. No, I am not giving away low-grade marijuana. I see that Urban Dictionary defines schwag first off as a smoke-able commodity, but if you scroll down the term also means free stuff. As a publication designer, I've received more than my fair share of cool free stuff. Right now I'm drinking my 

Whining is not an option.

I hereby re-christen the next five days: Getting Things Done Week. That means: querying five more agents for the novel; finishing the website scans; making something quick with the 2 pounds of figs in the refrigerator and beginning the next Eiderdown story. 

Not that I have been idle. I knit a monkey. I put the third Eiderdown story into second draft. I folded my share of the laundry and took out the compost.

You know how the summer malaise can suddenly find you? Yup, found me. Yesterday I caught myself about to 

Distracting An Over-Active Imagination

I am smack in the middle of finishing a new story about Lillian Eiderdown and her knitting shop partner, Roscoe Entwhistle. The writing is going great (knock on merino), but plotting their life has put my imagination into overdrive.  I am seeing plot points in everything. 

Take for instance the recent spate of car fires here in San Francisco. For the record I have no idea who the perpetrator is, BUT what if a few of the fires are copycats set by people who have missed one too many car payments or