Black Ice Morning

[jhetley]

Temperature reached 49F yesterday, no record but not your typical January day in Maine. Stuff melted. Temperatures below freezing last night. Stuff froze. Occasional spots of "wheee!" out on the roads and sidewalks, periodic flights of the air ambulance overhead...

Several deaths already, people falling through treacherous ice on the lakes and ponds.

Showers forecast for today and tomorrow.

I mentioned the record warmth for 2006 -- didn't add that the year also set a record for lowest snowfall amount. You may recall my continual bitching over the lack of ski-worthy surfaces...

Got a nice email this morning, a lady out in Oregon who bought DRAGON'S EYE on a whim, read it, and promptly went out and scarfed up DRAGON'S TEETH, SUMMER COUNTRY, and WINTER OAK. That sort of behavior warms the cockles of a writer's heart.

Comments

[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

And you should see it in person, too. I'm not blowing smoke up your butt: I've now been to two stores where I see someone snagging copies of your books and literally squealing with delight at finding them. If I were still writing, I'd be jealous. Just don't forget us little people when you get your knighthood, okay?

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

If you can figure out some way to make that translate into a happy publisher, please tell me. I'd like to sell another story somewhere.

But then, you have a deeper understanding of this writing business than is good for a man's sanity...

[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

I wish I could help, my friend: I really do. Unfortunately, I know all too well of the terminal infections of recto-cranial inversion among the publishing community. Even so, it's nice to know that you're reaching the right people, eh?

[ebenstone.livejournal.com]

Just thought you'd like to know, here in Syracuseit's been in the mid to high fifties all week. But there's no such thing as Global Warming.

[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

In Syracuse? Good Elvis Almighty. (I used to live in Saratoga Springs back in the late Seventies: after barely surviving January 1977, I would have demanded drug tests for anyone who told me that NY State would be that warm in January by 2007.