It’s that time again!


Con or Bust is starting their fund-raising auction on February 9, and once again I’ll be offering an item.

Last year I did pretty well with a hand-bound blank book of my own making.

It looked like this:

the handmade paper inside was recycled from printouts of The Lost Steersman

I’m going to do another, but I don’t yet know what it will look like.   Because I’ll be making it this weekend.  So, it won’t be ready for the first day of the auction.

But you should head over to Con or Bust anyway, because the list of  available items is already in progress.  Plus:  they have a whole new website, which is much easier to use than the old LiveJournal-based one.

Wait, you don’t know about Con or Bust?   Well,  read this.

More later —

And now for your random quote of the day:

“As Mr. Fox rubbed his hands over the success of his coaching, he came to regard Sarah as an arch pupil who had lost herself in the spirit of the game. ‘At the Birthday Ball he (the King) had no eyes but for her, and hardly talked to anybody else. He brought her (by leaning forward and stooping often) to come forward & stand by the sid of his fauteuil: all eyes were fix’d on them & the next morning all tongues observing on the particularity of his behaviour, if it can be thought particular that a young King should not be able to avoid shewing the strongest symptoms of love & of desire for the prettyest creature in the world; for, if possible, she look’d prettyer that night than ever. Her Ladyship, with modesty very natural to her, and yet with looks unaffected, returned the fondness of his eyes & gallantry of his discourse as much as ever he could wish –‘” (– Oh good grief, I really must stop there.  Honestly.   Unless there’s a rocket ship later in the book, or a steampunk automaton, or something –  I can quote no more!   It’s all I can do to keep typing without falling unconscious out of utter, thumping boredom.  Sorry, they can’t all be winners, folks. )

— from Lady Sarah Lennox, an Irrepressible Stuart 1745-1826 by Edith Relker Curtis, GP Putnam & Sons, 1946

wake me when the zombies show up

wake me when the zombies show up


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