As I wandered innocently through the Steampunk 21st Party of yesterday’s post, I was accosted by this man:
He addressed me with the infamous phrase, “Hey, aren’t you. . . ?” and proceeded to tell me my full name and, “You write those twittertales, right?”
I’ve never seen him before in my life. He’s never seen me before. Yet he knew me well enough to know what I do, and how excited I’d be.
That’s right, people. I was recognised. . . because of the internet.
My plan for world domination is totally working. Eeeeexceelllent.
And here’s some photos of my cat in a washing basket.
Tomorrow (if all goes well): Bubbles!
No news on the individual jewellery values yet. . . but soon!
And here’s your steampunk moment for the day – a timeline by Tor. Do you have an outfit for Steampunk Earth Day* yet?
*Steampunk Earth Day is THIS Saturday! http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=150654784970718
PS Here’s something Rachelle Gardner posted today. It’s a real response to the book by a real person – which, hopefully, will help you deal with your own experiences of writerly rejection:
The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
“I bought these books to have something nice to read to my grandkids. I had to stop, however, because the books are nothing more than advertisements for “Turkish Delight,” a candy popular in the U.K. The whole point of buying books for my grandkids was to give them a break from advertising, and here (throughout) are ads for this “Turkish Delight”! How much money is this Mr. Lewis getting from the Cadbury’s chocolate company anyway? This man must be laughing to the bank.”