Home is where the plane takes me

I've fixed the zipper to my bag, and I feel like Macgyver.  The trip to the city this month was quite eventful, and my bag is full to bursting, which means that this is the king of bad timing for broken zippers.

And perfect timing for an awesome feat of mind over matter.

Still trying to recover from a lingering malaise that comes along with maybe-a-bacterial-maybe-a-viral-infection.  I'm blogging as I wait for the powers that be to announce that boarding for my flight has begun because staying awake is preferable to sleeping when waiting for a plane.

Red Seas Under Red Skies.

This is the second book in the Locke Lamora/Gentlemen Bastards series.  Needless to say, I did finish the first book.  It was definitely an excellent book, at least a 9/10.  I'm going to finish the other two books that are out in the series, and then I will do my review thing (with the usual caveat in place, that is, if things aren't too devastating at the end.  I'm hoping the main character will have the last laugh, given how brutal the second part of the first book was).

Writing wise, I've been a super slacker.  I've got 2 stories I'm suppose to be betaing, and I'm late to finish writing one.  So not sure if there's going to be any activity on the creative front from me for the next few weeks, except maybe participation in a Labyrinth contest, if Fyloe sets one.  Four days in and it looks like it's going to be a slow month.  :)