Stephanie Gayle

I meant to post a picture of my smiling face beside my hot-off- the-press copy of MY SUMMER OF SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT, so you all could appreciate the beauty of it and the way I am capable of smiling like a hyena when I'm very happy. But I didn't because I got in late last night after attending a Sherman Alexie reading and having dinner w/Anna (who used to be my supervisor but is no longer 'the boss of me.' Heh heh. I really enjoy that phrase.) Then I got home and called Julie and talked until bedtime.

Side note: Sherman Alexie doesn't read passages from his book. He performs them. He recites a whole chapter, using different inflections for different characters, and he NEVER once looks down at what he would be 'reading' from. Amazing. It both wowed me and turned me into a pool of quivering fear-Jello, because my readings will never approach that level of hot damn.

Get an ARC in the mail to a reviewer yesterday. This plan failed because I don't have any advance reading copies of the book at work anymore and last night's plans ensured it wasn't happening after hours. I should probably bring in spare copies to work for just such situations.

I meant to call my cousin, Megan. Okay, I suck because I meant to do that all week. Oh golly, ditto that on my sister, Lesley, too. Damn, I suck.

Okay, I just called Lesley. So I suck slightly less than before.

Should have written to several local newpaper folks to push the book. Didn't. Should do that today.

Meant to submit a short story yesterday, but I realized the cover letter lacked the title of the story I was submitting (the dangers of cut and paste manifested). Had no time to fix it or go to the post office because of that job thingy I have.

Other things I failed to attend to yesterday:
Watching sufficient amounts of pandacam ( because 5 minutes is not enough)
Painting my toenails
Reading more of the mystery I'm currently reading which I know I read years ago and yet I still don't remember how it turns out--and sadly, my memory is such that I'm enjoying it almost as if I'm reading it for the first time
Developing a super power
Completing further research into Voodoo Doughnut and Wedding Chapel in Portland, OR
Writing fresh, witty prose that knocks the reader onto her ass
Sleeping enough

Ah well. Once more into the breach!