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Good books remind me that I'm a real girl. I have decided that really, the reason I live on the internet like I do is because the internet is a poor substitute for a perfect memory and perfectly controlled complete telepathy. Until I have both, I'm going to spend a lot of time on the internet.

The signing was great. Amazingly enough, I was the only person wearing all black there! Cassie found editing to be the most different thing from online writing. A beta-reading isn't quite the proper editorial process. Also, and it makes sense while it surprises me, there are changes for marketability. Which I should have known about, given that I read so much, but I wasn't really thinking about that lately.

I forgot my camera, worse luck.

I got enough sleep, so hooray for that!

Speaking of books, anyone who knows me on here who gets a request from an unfamiliar name on Facebook, with my face? I've caved and I signed up. So. Me.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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