I am about to become Very Busy. I was perfectly well busy before, but now it gets ridiculous. Ridiculous-good, but still. Tonight: Sunday night, parents just left a little while ago, I am home. But it is late and I am Made of Tired. Tomorrow night: laundry, packing, whatnot. Tuesday: out at a Social Event. […]
Busy weekend! Yesterday, the Yogamistress led a flock of her followers out to Mt. Tamalpais in Marin County, where a circumambulation was planned. Alas, we followers were not so obedient as we are in class; a late start happened, some trail confusion ensued, life intervened, and eventually a smaller subset of us broke off after
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I used to live with a cat named Laura for whom everything was new, all the time. New and delightful. She was an indoor cat, so her world was pretty small. But she’d walk into the living room and her reaction was, “Oh! A new room! How cool! Let me explore it!” People–she loved people,
Here is what you do when you’re anxious about something that you have little or no control over. You write. You write some more. Then you keep writing. It’s as easy as that. I’m doing my best to keep up with the dailies of reading ENDURANCE, but it’s been a challenge. I already knew, along
Me and 37,000 of my closest friends played hooky from work today to go watch the Giants lose to The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Yes, that’s really what they’re called. Yes, I know this isn’t news to anyone, but think about it a minute: The = the Los = the (plural) Angeles = angels
Chapter 5 of NIGHTCRAFT MOTHER started with a boring blurt of exposition. This has been eliminated and replaced with an actual scene, with dialogue and description, and even a little tension. You know, like books are *supposed* to be. The reader is supposed to get, you know, *pleasure* from reading. I get it, I do.
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Because, um, yeah, I do still write. Every now and then. I am currently editing NIGHTCRAFT MOTHER in preparation for sending it out to market. It’s been through…oh, you don’t even want to hear its whole history again. Recently, it’s been through the Zombie Club (my most excellent critique group), and before that, Jay read
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This week’s installment of Witch Travel Fail is brought to you by a blood-soaked sock. After Jay and the Child dropped me at PDX–yes, after we had checked the flight status online and checked the monitor many many times, verifying that the flight was on time–I went through the very, very crowded security line–well, scratch
Safe in Portland–not much time to post, as we are headed out momentarily for breakfast with Ken Scholes and the imminently increasing Clan Scholes. No computer time yesterday at all–from the moment I landed till 10pm, things were happening here in Busyland. Longer post later. For now, this is just to say: -Oncologist visit yielded
Due to a last-minute change in circumstances, I am flying to Portland this morning. I’ll accompany Jay to his oncology appointment, then attend his reading at Powell’s. I’m taking the computer this time, so I won’t be quite so out of touch, and we actually both hope to get some writing done tomorrow. So, back