I had a really, really nice visit with my dad. I’m so glad we both took steps to make that happen–him especially, as he did more. I got up there late afternoon, he showed me around his business and all the cool new equipment they’ve gotten since the last time I was there, and introduced […]
I’m leaving in a few minutes, heading to Points Partway North for an overnight visit with my dad. Which I am very much looking forward to. Orchids are in the sink and need to be put away; a small bit of packing has to happen; otherwise, I am ready. I’m taking the computer, but I
Jay wasn’t the only one who got a novel to first readers today. I did the same with Demonhead. Yay! It’s particularly exciting, because, well, Our Lady of the Islands is my novel too–so I sort of finished *two* novels today. 🙂 I’m reading his treatment of Our Lady right now, and loving it–I can
Cover art! My story “The Hippie Monster of Eel River” will be in this fine-looking anthology. Thanks to Jennifer for letting me copy (and for buying the story in the first place!).
I am wearing pants from the next tier down, in my vast constellation-o-sizes. As in, one step down from Utmost Hugest Evar, where I have been stuck for months. And they feel and look good. 🙂
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Back to San Francisco today. No travel stories, I am pleased to report. I even got rockstar parking at home. Spent much of the afternoon on re-entry–unpacking, grocery-ing, fiddling around here. But I also finally!!! wrote that scene in Demonhead that I’ve been poking at all weekend, or, well, since Thursday maybe. Got it! Now
Overconfident, perhaps, from our success and ease in unplugging the chemo pump two weeks ago, Shelly Rae and I set about de-needling Jay this afternoon at 2:00. By 2:45, we had learned a few things: -Where the line actually unscrews from, as opposed to where it looks like it unscrews from -To hold tight to
Day 7 of South Beach Diet dawned for me with a 2.2 pound weight loss overnight, thanks I am sure to Shelly Rae’s magical soup. 🙂 Or maybe just to a week of dieting–I am about 5.5 pounds down on the week. But it’s not really about the pounds–that’s just a nice objective way to
Shelly Rae arrived on the morning train, and by dinnertime she’d concocted a lovely healing soup…full of warmth and spice and garbanzo beans and kale. Yum. Jay’s chemo pump clicks on. Demonhead progressed by all of ten words today. But they were *good* words. I read a little, too. But not much. That’s all I