Had a wonderful dinner at Chuck’s with a mob of friends last Saturday!  Afterwards several folks came over to the apartment for tea, coffee, and delicious coffee cake made by a friend.  Sunday was just as lovely, since I hosted Literary League at the apartment.  I made bowtie lasagna, and we read winter-themed poetry and stories, including “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Andersen.  I can’t think of a better way to spend an evening!

I was on pins and needles all Tuesday night, hoping for enough snow for a snow day.  Wednesday morning brought triumph!  I spent the day tromping in the snow, making snow angels (the snow was too powdery for snowmen), drinking tea, and editing.  Blissful.

Apparently I was eligible for the Campbell Award (no relation to my university) and didn’t know it.  I only found out because another eligible writer contacted me (along with everyone else on the list) to do a super-short questionnaire.  Mine can be found here, such as it is.



Books: Sam gave me an exquisite copy of The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum for my birthday, which called for an immediate reread of the story.  The twelfth Oz book, it was the last to be published before his death in 1919 (the two remaining stories were published posthumously).  All of the Oz books kind of blend together for me since I read them all together many years ago, so this was almost like reading it for the first time.  The book follows the Tin Woodman, obviously, on his adventures with the Scarecrow and Woot the Wanderer, which include becoming enchanted by a giantess, running into Polychrome, the Rainbow’s daughter, and finding the Tin Soldier, among other hijinks.  Dorothy and Ozma pop in for a brief hello, and in general the book is a delightful romp through Oz.  Baum’s outlandish creatures could easily be made creepy (watch the terrifying Return to Oz movie as proof of that), but he tells things so matter-of-factly and sweetly that they aren’t disturbing.