No fooling, weeding is a b17ch. Hyperactive Lad keeps threatening to turn the new lawn tractor into a robot. If he can convince me it will do the yard work, I may let him. The deck is no longer green, but I think I liked that colour better, so I may try to find a chartreuse solid-colour stain for the wood.
Still outlining for the next story, and trying to avoid the cliché pitfalls that require virgin sacrifices for negation.
On the other hand, shaenon has released Narbonic, Book 4 (near the bottom of the page) and it doesn't cover the rest of the run, yet.
I still haven't asked for the print run, as I am trying to convince myself the material is [a] worth printing on paper, [b] decent enough for a fundraiser, and [c] the whole idea is not totally self-indulgent whimsy to see it as a tree corpse.
( One of my editors thought I should warn you, there is a bit here, if you use your imagination just a tad, that could be considered restricted for excessive epidermal exposure but it didn't trip the nanny-filter, and using different camera angles helps. )
( ... not sure if this one needs an additional disclaimer... not that there's anything going on that you can't see on American prime time network television, but still... yes, I'm still worried about this one, even after having it beta'd by some Rather Good Editors, but you know, 'was there too much?' 'Did I not show enough?' [Armored Warriors]GET ON WITH IT![/AW] *ahem* yes, well then, of course... )