Yeserday (Oct 4), I went through the critiques from last Tuesday. Although the ideas and locale of the story were insteresting I'd say that the story setting (30K above the surface of Venus) was enough out of focus that non-astronomers got really confused. Once again the manuscript got squished between the Twin Towers of Tolkein Sclorisis and Not-Enough-Detail. It's frustrating, because I don't want the story to be tropey, and I don't want to have to beat the reader over the head with an atlas of Venus.
Turtleneck weather is back. Today I put on my black turtleneck and found my black (well, grey, now) scarf with silver threads and did what I call a Roman wrap around my neck. The Child opined that I looked like Fred Jones from Scooby-Doo. I added my black-with-purple highlights coat (which Mark says makes me look like an 80's lesbian).
The cold kept me out of the gym for a bit. I went last Monday (Oct 10). Did the usual elipitcal, pec-fly, lat-pulldown, side-crunches, hanging curls thing.