kate rothwell

I'm standing around with my hands in my pockets but that's because I have to hold my pants up. Back to losing weight -- since June, I'm 30 lbs down with another 30 to go. Last time I did this, I was sure I would never get fat again. After all, I'd lost the weight the Right Way, slowly, with lifestyle changes, mindful eating, yada yada. I didn't realize how much my body loathes being thin and how much it loves chocolate and eating and yummmm food.The moment my back was turned on the counting of calories, the weight jumped back on. Also older bodies just don't burn it. In other news about me, me, me. I'm having a tough time getting this story going. Come on, story, write yourself. Dammit. And Columbus was a horrible person, maybe, but having a Monday off is a fine idea. Yeah, just writing random stuff to get a post up even though blogging is dead. Blathering about oneself on a blog is 1. A form of necrophilia. 2. Nostalgia 3. Not really worth me...

I'm sad to see this crapolafest that is Ellora's Cave VS D.A. There's plenty of indignation and anger and long articles about freedom of press and first amendment rights and ... sure, sure, I understand. I'm probably not going to give money to defend DA but that's not because I don't agree. (It's because my EC books aren't making any money -- and I have a kid in college and I'd rather give to Doctors Without Borders or Urban Oaks  and my dumb dog is sick again and ohgodtheregoestheclutchonthecar. again.) I'm sad because I remember seeing how outrageous Jaid Black seemed...and yet look! She was an entrepreneurial genius! And she apparently was, for a while. That someone so very, very far outside the standard business model could make a successful bid in the world of publishing made me happy. I first published with them almost ten years ago, just about the time EC went big. I remember the calendars and the touring buses (or was it one bus?...