the good, the bad, and the scary

I'm very pleased to announce that The Red Penny Papers is buying a reprint of my epistolary pulp orchid hunter tale "Flowertongue" to appear as the cover story for their Summer 2011 issue--which means it will get fantastic wonderful art!

You should go check out their Winter 2010 issue right now!

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I am so underslept and, consequently, not getting much progress on Deep Terrain, and I'm chilled all the time (happens when I'm really tired).

Why are you so underslept, Jessica?

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The current short-term renter in the loft above me, who is the sister of the original young woman on this short-term lease, apparently, is, as she explained to me rapid-fire, an artist who works at night. That's fine and great, except that her art apparently requires her to drag heavy furniture around at night, all night, even after you ask her not to.

My two in-person encounters with this person have made it clear there's something off with her, and I don't trust her. I watched her dump over a full cup of coffee in the lofts cafe on purpose, because she was mad at the counter people and not getting her way. Last night she knocked on my door at 11:30 pm with take out menus and beer in tow, which she thought I was going to partake of with her. Then she pushed them on me even after I said, no, thanks, but no, several times; and then, on spying one of my cats in the darkened loft behind me, said, oh, wait, and obliged me to stand in my open door in my pjs while she ran upstairs and came back with a pet food bowl and pressed that on me, too, when I said, thank you, but I have bowls, why don't you give it to the shelter? (she leaned in and put all these things on a chair I have by the door)

There are other little things, but, yeah.

She scares me. She's only there until the end of December, so okay. But I'm tired of having to talk to every single short-termer the owner puts in there. This, my darlings, is the suck.