I wrote about the nice things yesterday because I couldn’t write about the bad things.

1. I deposited a check in my bank account today. A check that was sent to me by someone who published something I wrote. A check in the Middle Low Three Figures. As in, real money! As in, one really fancy or several quite nice dinners out! As in, three weeks of groceries! As in,

It’s release day for Green! Jay is holding a contest on his blog for book sightings…since I don’t have a copy of the book yet (and am probably ineligible anyway), this will have to do: I particularly like the ghost-image of the photographer in her yoga braids.

Until it was time to come home, I had a fantastic weekend. Alert readers will remember that Jay was down here for a few days last week, so we were able to fly up to Portland together Friday evening. I snuck out of work a bit early and we had a mostly eventless flight up,

I hate traveling I hate traveling I hate traveling. Boo fail grr boo. For the third time in a row, my PDX-SFO journey was Made of Fail. Got up nice and early this morning and left Nuevo Rancho Lake at 8:30. Jay and I hung around the airport a while till it was time for

Yesterday I spent some time diving into the edits of NIGHTCRAFT MOTHER…it was both better and worse than I expected. Better, in the sense that I’m already totally into the story, it’s moving in my head, I know the things I want to change, and am figuring out how to change them. Worse, in the

As I sit here at my desk with a few extra minutes this morning (because, despite going to the chiropractor yesterday and feeling o so much better, my back is still kind of tweaky, so I left yoga early), I am going over my writing to-do list, with time line. One of the items on

Just in, thanks to Lovely Editor Jen, a new review of the forthcoming Grants Pass. Again, I say, I can’t wait to read the rest of those stories!

I have a large and complex list of writerly projects, sketching out my plans for the upcoming months. This weekend, I’d wanted to work on three of them, plus a big pile of household stuff. I’ve done one, and a few of the household things, and I’m ready to collapse. Part of it must be

After my exciting ER visit of a few weeks ago, faithful readers will recollect that at my follow-up doctor visit, she recommended rechecking my blood work (specifically liver numbers, one of which was slightly elevated) at the end of the month.   So, because of DOT drug testing regulations, I had to take a quick