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This morning Spouse went out bright and early to our favorite neighborhood bakery and brought home croissants (chocolate and plain) and sticky buns, and we had a sugar debauch. Then YG and I went downtown for her first ice skating lesson. Needless to say, YG being the small woman she is, by the time we left she was talking to me about skating outfits, and planning what she'd do when she joined the figure skating club. "I'm going to commit to this," she said very seriously. "I'm going to get good."
Came home, gobbled down lunch, then she and I went to the SF Food Bank to volunteer. The Food Bank is an immense hangar-like structure, filled to the rafters with food. It's not a soup kitchen (much to YG's disappointment: I think she saw herself doling out stew to the hungry) but a warehouse from which they distribute food. We worked in the pasta room, where there were three five foot by five foot boxes of rotini pasta which we volunteers gradually reduced to 2lb bags. It was immensely satisfying; when we finished (early) YG was disappointed. "Can't we work some more?" So we'll go back.
Then came home to find my royalty statement for the last period. Stone War is not currently earning anything; the paperback of Point of Honour hasn't been out long enough to be accounted for. Which means that the nice-sized check I got was all for Petty Treason, which is very satisfying indeed. Means the book has earned out in hardcover, and that there will be more money following after. I like this whole royalty thing: you send your child out into the world, and she sends money home now and again. It's not enough to remodel the kitchen, but it will certainly make Christmas (and the December property bill) a cheerier thing to contemplate.
Came home, gobbled down lunch, then she and I went to the SF Food Bank to volunteer. The Food Bank is an immense hangar-like structure, filled to the rafters with food. It's not a soup kitchen (much to YG's disappointment: I think she saw herself doling out stew to the hungry) but a warehouse from which they distribute food. We worked in the pasta room, where there were three five foot by five foot boxes of rotini pasta which we volunteers gradually reduced to 2lb bags. It was immensely satisfying; when we finished (early) YG was disappointed. "Can't we work some more?" So we'll go back.
Then came home to find my royalty statement for the last period. Stone War is not currently earning anything; the paperback of Point of Honour hasn't been out long enough to be accounted for. Which means that the nice-sized check I got was all for Petty Treason, which is very satisfying indeed. Means the book has earned out in hardcover, and that there will be more money following after. I like this whole royalty thing: you send your child out into the world, and she sends money home now and again. It's not enough to remodel the kitchen, but it will certainly make Christmas (and the December property bill) a cheerier thing to contemplate.