• Quick! Help me!

    I’m helping out on a GISHWHES (call me a minion) and I need some reasons why telegraphs will be making a comeback. Gimme all you got. I’m working up a script and I need more. MORE. And fast. Shoot them…

  • Pull up your pants, pull down your shirt

    We went shopping today for shorts for my husband.  We were on the way out when this man came into the store. He was large. He wore his shorts cinched very low beneath a large gut and his shirt only…

  • Happy News!

    I can now let the cat out of the bag. (Though why anyone would have a cat in a bag is a big question. A box, sure. Cats love boxes, but a bag?) I have sold two books to Belle…

  • A post is made

    I got writing done today. It was the most focused writing day I’ve had in awhile. Felt almost like I was back to normal. Of course keeping the children out was nearly impossible. School starts in a month. I’m holding…

  • That good ole beginning

    I always have psychological trouble with beginnings. Even though I KNOW it’s not set in stone and that I’ll go back and revise it and probably it will vanish forever and be replaced with something else, I always have trouble…

  • Sweeping some things up

    Culling out the old life means cancelling some things and getting rid of some things, including www.twistedink.net . I had to pay for it myself for students to develop an online webzine. The department apparently didn’t feel it was important…

  • Coast

    Went to the coast today and walked for a ways with the fam and dogs. It was lovely. But when we got out there we realized that we didn’t think to bring jackets and it was gray with fog and…

  • moving right along

    I’m never quite sure when it’s accurate to say I lost another pant size. But today I put on a pair of pants I haven’t worn in a long long time. A size down from what I’ve been wearing, and…

  • Bleedy bleedy bleedy and appearances

    If I was a knight and I was required to swing a sword, I’d probably have no legs. Or arms. Pretty much I’d be the Monty Python Black Knight. Sigh. Reading Laura Anne Gilman‘s Heart of Briar. It’s pretty damned…