Wednesdaily with new coloring books and various business things!

As I linked briefly yesterday, new coloring books are available for pre-order now!



(Additionally, copies of Fantastic Magic will be back in stock at the same time these come in!)

These make great gifts for all ages! If you order between now and November 7th, I will throw in a free ACEO print for every coloring book you order. (You may select between abstract or illustrative, it will be a piece of my work, based on stock on hand. Retail orders only, does not apply to wholesale.)

Don't forget to submit to the 'Ships' issue of EMG-Zine, due November 1. These can be sailing ships, or space ships, shipping logistics... or even friendships and relationships if you make the connection obvious! This has proven to be a tricky theme for folks (only 1 art submission so far!), so please see if you can find something that will suit! http://emg-zine.com/guidelines.php

An article on what 'shipping' is in fandom would be very welcome, or one on shipping artwork. (Hmm... if no one claims that, I may...)

Off to the gym now. More later!

*flops* and other mundane stuff

Back from town. I went to the gym (grueling!), post office (more grueling!), grocery shopping (ohgod, construction!), paid our land taxes (painless), and shopped for a wood-holder for beside the stove (lengthy). I found nothing useful that I liked pre-made, but had a long talk with a custom iron worker down the road from us and will probably be commissioning pretty much exactly what we want for a very reasonable price. It was awesome being in a workshop again - that distinct smell of oil and metal dust took me straight back to working in the machine shop. They have a sweet little CNC machine, and we talked design and function for a while. I drew the owner a 3-view plan, and he commented straight off that I must have worked with architects (I labeled my drawings and added dimensions). Guilty!

Before heading into town, I got a load of laundry washed and hung, and painted more on the upstairs floor. (Have to do it in walkable patches, because it's an important hallway).

Every so often I go into the nursery and smile foolishly - Jake and I picked the cradle up from my sister's house yesterday. I thought that this cradle had been my dad's, but there was an inscription on the bottom of it: Handmade by Grumpy Grandpa Leach, and a date just three months before I was born. It was made for me! By my grandpa! And now my little girl is going to sleep in it! (SLEEP, right? *taps belly pointedly*)

The warm fuzzies were barely dented when the cat decided to throw up underneath it.

Now, I have done dishes, chopped some wood, made a fire, cleaned up the cat puke and am ready to collapse sideways into my chair for a while.