Ms Cellophane Competition results

And the winner is... here: http://momentumbooks.com.au/blog/author-solicits-for-naked-photos-to-promote-book-nsfw/

Remember, it's NSFW!! Also, it's proof that my books are readable anywhere and that clothes are not necessary to the experience. Also, that Danny Oz rocks.

The complete story behind the photo is here: http://dalekboy.livejournal.com/396058.html

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The bibliographies are marching on forever, right now. I finish one and two more take their place. It would be a war of attrition if only I could render order to each list a bit faster. As it is, I won't win even a battle until they stop appearing, mysteriously, needing to be done.

It's a bit of a mystery, too. I only have small bibliographies to deal with for months on end and suddenly I have a serried rank of serious ones, each in a different format.

It's like all of those forms, not that long ago. A couple appear out of nowhere and suddenly there's a jostling throng, all with due dates and all demanding attention.

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Tonight the Medieval Women course begins and I nearly forgot my Special Teaching Apparatus. Time to repack, with figurines.

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My Tuesday class is full of intelligent women. They're a pleasure to teach. They have already dealt with my Zombie Ancestry Theory of History and with some theories I stole straight from a character's mouth in my time travel novel. We sorted out the next five weeks and looked at clothing and posture and how to interpret art as historical evidence. We talked about status of women in general and about different types of periodisation.

After a very pleasant evening, I've got dinner and... you guessed it...more bibliography.

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It's only 10.30 and I'm staring at the screen and forgetting what I meant to do. This isn't helped by a little spider floating down from the ceiling and determinedly trying to stop me from getting into cupboards. I look at it, wondering why.

It'll be a couple of weeks before I'm used to the 'teach Tuesday night, teach Wednesday morning, teach Thursday night' pattern again. Tonight I'm tired early because tomorrow is the eye checkup. That eye caused me so much strife (what with the burglary and all) that I'm really not sure I want to go to the hospital after teaching. If I don't, though, and things get worse, then it'll be my own idiotic fault. So, anyhow, at least I get to pay a quick trip to the library in between one thing and another, and, if I move very quickly indeed, also to eat lunch and get a coffee. And I shall see a great deal of Canberra by bus, which is terribly exciting.

I don't know where that sarcasm came from. As soon as I find out, I shall return it there and nail the lid down on it. In the meantime, I may want to sleep, but I still have ten references to hunt before I'm allowed to. Only ten. If ambition were only made of sterner stuff, I'd do twenty and maybe discover the danger of world domination.