Dennishimus and Sothis with side of Tarot Omeletes.

Going to bed in the wee hours again, but this time, I don't have poems to regale you with. I've been editing, and I am basically complete. This is the crap-editing I hate, which is purely grammatical, and not even that fun, but merely checking for consistency with punctuation and footnotes. The fun part is that we're adding a bunch of footnotes covering some of the more (fictional and non-fictional) esoteric aspects of the book. For instance, here is the footnote for Sothis:

Sothis – The star Sirius, known as the Dog Star; a star in the constellation Canis Major, the brightest star in the sky, approximately 8.6 light-years distant from Earth. Sothis rose with the Nile flood and was also associated with epidemics. Sothis was thus a destructive and greatly feared goddess, an Egyptian equivalent of Kali. Iachen was said to be an Egyptian magician who 'tamed' the power of Sirius and transformed it into a life giving power (just as the flood fertilized the land of Egypt with fresh Nile mud.) When he died he became the centre of a cult which kept a flame burning on his altar. When Sirius rose the priests of Iachen entered the streets with torches lit from the altar, in order to channel the power of Sirius and heal any diseases unleashed by it.

And here is the footnote about the Trans-O-Matic:

The Trans-O-Matic is a home teleportation device invented by the late Dr. Dennishimus Fringleman of Reading, England. It operates by voicing a KeyWord, much like a telephone number, for one’s destination. The teleportee is then phased into quantum particles and instantly re-manifested in the destination Trans-O-Matic. Precise enunciation is paramount, as it is quite embarrassing to suddenly appear where you aren’t welcome. Trans-O-Matic Caller ID became mandatory by order of Congress after Cincinnati resident Bill Torgas drunkenly slurred the KeyWord for his sister’s house and found himself in the Trans-O-Matic aboard AirForceOne. The Trans-O-Matic made a revolution in transportation, practically bankrupting the airline industry and made the late Dr. Fringleman an overnight celebrity. He is survived by his three children Casius, Ashanti, and Wayne, who are all, ironically, pilots.

There are tons more and I will be quite happy when they are done. Otherwise my day was spent making armor plating for Ethan's HALO-inspired space-marine costume and cooking omelets for dinner.

Oh, and my friend Gina, whose pagan wedding I missed because of my lightning strike, is designing and painting a tarot deck which she plans to get published and she wants me to collaborate on the accompanying book for the cards. I'm super-excited to have another writing project to look forward too and it's quite the 'coincidence' that this comes up just as I've pretty much decided to move to Madison. (She lives in Madison. She and her hubby Craig are two of my best friends from high school who I rarely get to see due to the fact they've been living in Milwaukee and now Madison for years and years.)

Rockin'.