Saturday morning. Do not want.

[seanan_mcguire]

Step one: Wake up. This is the least pleasing step. I was having a very pleasant dream about attending a convention in England with my agent and most of my crew of rotating musicians. Vixy and I got to raid a Tesco's. It was nice. Waking up was so not on the agenda.

Step two: Lilly realizes that I have woken up. On weekends, I tend to stay in bed long enough for Lilly to come over and spend some time on my chest, getting heavy-duty affection directed her way. This is because I foolishly believe that if I adore her enough before I start trying to do things, she might leave me alone to do them.

Step three: Check email. Hello, email. Yes, there certainly is a lot of you, and no, none of you really appears to matter. That's always a pleasant discovery on a Saturday morning, as the last thing I want is an emergency or for an unexpected deadline to pop up and wave to me.

Step four: Stare blankly at The Brightest Fell for about three minutes. After that, decide that I am not yet in the necessary head-space to struggle with navigating those particular waters, and close the file again. (Toby Daye, book five. Because finishing four of them in a year just wasn't enough.)

Step five: Copy-edit two chapters of the manuscript I'm currently copy-editing for a friend of mine. It's on today's to-do, even: 'edit chapters 10 and 11.' I am, at this point, sufficiently engrossed by the story that I wouldn't be surprised if that turned into 'and 12 and 13 and just keep going already,' but since I also have to finish the next Velveteen vs. today, it won't go on forever.

...and now, pants, and the ceremonial Saturday morning stroll to the 7-11, hence to obtain a soda whose volume is slightly more than the volume of my skull. Because that will make me feel better.

How's your Saturday?

Comments

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay! I'm so glad you got it, and so glad you enjoy it! I adore that CD, I'm still really proud of it, and it makes me incredibly happy when people enjoy it. (Remember, it makes an awesome Christmas gift, and that gets it out my back room, which makes Lilly stop shoving it on top of my head while I'm trying to watch television. She managed to overturn an entire box the other day. I was proud. Also concussed.)

Some of the same songs are on Pretty Little Dead Girl. Most people actually like the live version of 'Pretty Little Dead Girl' better (it has a lot of urgency, and the original third Rosette), but I passionately adore the studio version of 'This Is My Town.'

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

I'm going to show the CD to my 'sister' when she pries herself away from the sewing machine, and if she likes it (I imagine she will; she falls head over heels for sad songs like "River Lies") I will probably get her a copy for Christmas; I'll have to see about Pretty Little Dead Girl, because I'm broke . . .

I have this thing about live music . . . if I'm used to the song being a certain way, every single little deviation from the recording I'm used to hearing is astonishingly jarring; I hear live music that I'm not used to hearing live and I can easily spend the whole time nitpicking that the tempo's a little off or the words or the cadence of the words are changed, and it takes me a little while to get used to the new version.

I bought it mostly because I was utterly in love with "Follow Me Down," and wanted to hear the full song and not just keep playing the two teasers and trying to reconstruct the tune of the rest of the song on my own. I could sing what I thought it was but that was no substitute :) I did get that afore-mentioned jarring thing going on 'cause I'd anticipated that you'd go down and then up on the seven "Follow Me"s, and you went up and then down and that threw me for a few days, but I like it now.

Very, completely, utterly awesome CD, anyway. I could not have ever expected to like "Pretty Little Dead Girl" as much as I do, given the music style and the subject matter. (Both are OK, but I never expected something of either to make it into my alltime favorites OK, American Pie did exactly that like this did. (OTOH, if I die young I wanna be a ghost with a car too.)

I can't remember if I've said this before: I cannot possibly say enough good things about your rhyming talents and the imagery you create. "If you wanna be specific it was Paleolithic" is the most awesome thing I've heard in recent memory.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

I'm the same way with live vs. studio songs -- everything I recorded in the studio I did because I thought we could do something different enough that it would be worth it. (Well, except for 'Maybe It's Crazy,' which is on the live album, but not on the first studio album, 'cause I was already thinking in terms of the mad science album.)

I'm really super-glad you like the album. And my love for Rose Marshall is practically a song cycle at this point, it's spiffy. (The other songs include 'Counting Crows,' 'Hanging Tree,' and 'Graveyard Rose' -- none recorded yet, all on my website.)

Rhyming is fun. We should do it more. The song I'm working on now includes a bit where I manage to rhyme 'committed' with 'you did it' in a way that makes absolute linear sense.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

Rhyming is awesome. I do not do it often enough, even/especially when writing poetry.

The song I'm working on now includes a bit where I manage to rhyme 'committed' with 'you did it' in a way that makes absolute linear sense.

*impressed Kyra is impressed*

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

I am writing you this letter from the psychiatric ward
Of the hospital where you had me committed,
And there's bars on every window and a guard at every door.
I asked you not to do this, and you did it.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

*nods* is good.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

which makes Lilly stop shoving it on top of my head while I'm trying to watch television. She managed to overturn an entire box the other day. I was proud. Also concussed.)

Cats. :) My newest boy has stopped attacking my hair while I'm sleeping, and has stopped reacting to my hiding my hair under the blankets by pawing at my face with claws out; however he will not be dissuaded from jumping onto the TV, and one of these days I'm sure the extra weight will crush the VCR.

[seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com]

All cats are total freaks. This is proven and axiomatic.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

True.