I don't often dream about writing

[ksmith]

...except when I do.

Strange dream last night. I know I hadn't had contact with my editor for a while, but had turned in a Jani book some time before. I forget if I was in a store or what, but someone shows me the latest Jani book, and the cover...looked like something from chick lit hell--peppermint stripe, swirly lettering, spindly-legged partial figures.

To make matters worse, they had split the book in two, so I had two Chick Lit Hell covers to deal with.

In other news, had the last of three self-defense classes today. They were offered by the day job, and run by the Tae Kwan Do club. I did learn a few things. Today, we practiced what to do if grabbed from behind, and I will say that the sensation of an arm in a stranglehold around your neck stays with you.

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[barbarienne.livejournal.com]

If you get a chance to come to NY, ask to see her office. She has an enormous fountain with a most tacky Chinese dragon, with red light-up eyes. I don't think it actually blows smoke, but if it did, I wouldn't be surprised.

And yes, she bought it for the tacky factor. It is a marvellous thing.

And she won't take you up on the well-muscled proteges, I sure will.