Beautiful sunny morning here in Syracuse and we’re about to go for breakfast. Yesterday the hotel had round eggs to go with the round sausages. Today we’re hoping for triangles.

Last night we ate at the Dinosaur BBQ, which apparently used to be a biker bar and is now known as one of the best rib joints in the country. The food and service were fantastic, and there were several Harley’s parked out front. We, however, were in a minivan. But we still rocked.

Friend and fellow author C.C. Finlay’s third book in his (presumed) trilogy on magic in the American Revolution goes on sale today. All three books are available in mass market so they’re ideal for summer reading (but really, you can enjoy them all year round 🙂

Ah, yes, the pain. So, I start physical therapy today on my road-running damaged legs. I’m assuming it’s going to be painful, but perhaps sore would be/will be more appropriate in describing the experience. I’ll know by tonight.

This probably won’t come as a startling revelation to you, but I’ve noticed a lot of writers are creative in other areas in addition to putting pen to paper. I know several who are also musicians, at least two that make jewelry both as a hobby and as a side business(see my friend Deb Christerson’s fantasy/nature pieces here http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7003693&page=1&section_id=&order= ) one that makes puppets, and still others that draw/paint/sculpt and on it goes. Perhaps it’s the same with musicians and sculptors etc. Are we all Renaissance people to some degree? Myself, I draw, build and paint scale miniatures, and sing horribly at Karaoke and the shower.

You?

Was back at the orthopedic surgeon’s today for an assessment. Running is still verboten, but I can spin (stationary bike) and will now start physio therapy. I had hoped to be healed by now, but alas, it’s going to take some time to heal. And no, I’m not frustrated One. Little. Bit….ARGHHHHHHH.

I met China Mievelle’s editor for lunch today, but I knew him – Chris Schluep – when he was working out of a converted photo-copier cubbyhole in the previous RH building on Times Square, and I was so green I could have doubled for broccoli. We talked publishing and writing and he gave me a copy of China’s latest to read, The City & The City. I told him he should get better copy editors, but he assured me the title was intentional. And we laughed.

And I had an entirely unsatisfying turkey hotdog for dinner. Snacking will ensue.

S&S have this new thing where authors answer a series of questions, some serious, others not (the answers, not the authors, although in my case…) Here’s my contribution:

http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Chris-Evans/46195026

And finally, here’s the first chapter to The Light of Burning Shadows:

http://books.simonandschuster.com/Light-of-Burning-Shadows/Chris-Evans/9781416570530/excerpt