And now for the Sci-Fi and Fantasy version....

Same deal. Bolded I've read, and italicized, I've started. This is much more difficult for me, as I've read so many sci-fi and fantasy books that the titles all run together until I'm not sure which ones I've read or not. And I'm sure I've read more than are listed, and just forgotten about them. The Heinlein and Dick books, in particular, run together. Ah well. ( I'll have a go at it, anyway. )

Putting the Work in Workshop

On Friday night, I was brimming with excitement. I'd be going to Saint John on the morrow for a weekend of dance. I went to bed early, but was too excited to get to sleep. The weekend began too early. At 5:00, after maybe five hours of sleep, f00 and I were on our way. The car, borrowed from my sister, was crammed to overflowing with all sorts of pretty glittery things: Turkish hip scarves, Indian silks, Afghani jewellery, bindis, Arabic cds, Egyptian bedlahs, and my own hand-crafted ghawazee coats and giant tiered skirts.

When we arrived, around 7:45, it was difficult to set up. We were being swarmed by an avalanche of dancers. They all wanted my stuff! Well, I was more than happy to sell it to them. That morning, I sold every last bit of my Afghani jewellery, plus a few gorgeous Indian textiles I'd had for over a year. It was nice to see the stock finally move.

( Then the workshop began, and the tide of dancers pulled back. )