Q: What's cuter than a puppy?
Mar. 24th, 2011 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timerippleA: A puppy that tries to leap into your zipped hoodie, while you're wearing it, in a frantic joyful search for more cuddles. While you're already petting said puppy.
One of our office-types at work brought her new puppy down to the sales floor for a few minutes, where it happily snuffled around and was petted and cooed at and cuddled. So soft! So tiny and wet-nosed and perfect! It made me so, so happy.
Which was good, because sales for my co-written staff rec Young Miles (The Warrior's Apprentice, The Mountains of Mourning, and The Vor Game) continue to be sad, despite Vericon and several helpful suggestions aimed at customers of the target demographic. I have decided that I shall henceforth describe the Vorkosigan books as “Robert Heinlein and Georgette Heyer walk into a bar...”
Speaking of Vericon and Vorkosigans, I talked to Holly Black for about 15 minutes while she ate her pre-signing sandwich. I had on my Hat of Vaguely European Mystery and was lounging in the break room with a copy of Cryoburn and hopefully I did not terrify her too much with the awkward and the crazy. She was wonderful, at any rate, and said many smart and interesting things about books we both like very much.
Later in the day, this happened:
BOOKSTORE MUSIC: *is some slow, kind of rock-y wistful song about spring and feelings and sadness, with whistling*
ME: Huh, nice song.
ME: Wait, why is this song in Japanese?
XD
It was snowing as I walked to the library and Trader Joe’s the other day. There were some crocuses out, as there are this time of year long before the trees realize it’s spring. The snow wasn’t really sticking, but a few patches in the shade of walls and bushes were frosted over, the white snow stark and cold against the yellow and purple of the flowers. Poor, brave little things.
And now I must take another look at my taxes.
One of our office-types at work brought her new puppy down to the sales floor for a few minutes, where it happily snuffled around and was petted and cooed at and cuddled. So soft! So tiny and wet-nosed and perfect! It made me so, so happy.
Which was good, because sales for my co-written staff rec Young Miles (The Warrior's Apprentice, The Mountains of Mourning, and The Vor Game) continue to be sad, despite Vericon and several helpful suggestions aimed at customers of the target demographic. I have decided that I shall henceforth describe the Vorkosigan books as “Robert Heinlein and Georgette Heyer walk into a bar...”
Speaking of Vericon and Vorkosigans, I talked to Holly Black for about 15 minutes while she ate her pre-signing sandwich. I had on my Hat of Vaguely European Mystery and was lounging in the break room with a copy of Cryoburn and hopefully I did not terrify her too much with the awkward and the crazy. She was wonderful, at any rate, and said many smart and interesting things about books we both like very much.
Later in the day, this happened:
BOOKSTORE MUSIC: *is some slow, kind of rock-y wistful song about spring and feelings and sadness, with whistling*
ME: Huh, nice song.
ME: Wait, why is this song in Japanese?
XD
It was snowing as I walked to the library and Trader Joe’s the other day. There were some crocuses out, as there are this time of year long before the trees realize it’s spring. The snow wasn’t really sticking, but a few patches in the shade of walls and bushes were frosted over, the white snow stark and cold against the yellow and purple of the flowers. Poor, brave little things.
And now I must take another look at my taxes.
