Or, at any rate, it’s not mine anymore. We just signed off the papers to close on the old place–we are now the proud owners of just one house. Hooray!          Â
You may not have noticed, but I’ve had quite a crop of spam comments this last day or so. I didn’t think to keep track, but instead of my usual maybe one a week, at a guess I’d estimate that I’ve had 6-10 just today. In addition, they where all the kind were just a
Not sure why that’s up twice. Excepting the vehemence of my irritation, of course. And I can’t see how to delete an entire post…but I’ll get it figured out. Wish I could say the same of my dealings with Dork. Later: Okay, got that fixed, and learned something about my site, too. Yay me.
You respond to a Craigslist ad, email the person on and off negotiating for the better part of a week, settle on acceptable terms, and then confess– That you live over an hour drive away from the lister, in another city, and would they mind bringing the item to you or meeting somewhere halfway?
A few days ago I decided to make taco soup for dinner. I have a great recipe that comes from my husband’s family and is really easy. Only four or five ingredients. Best of all, I’d started bread in the breadmaker and it would be hot and ready to serve by the time the soup
I’m delighted to report that Every Day Fiction has decided to include Storm’s Rising in their year’s end anthology. My understanding is the antho will be hard copy, and will hopefully be available before Christmas. Since Storm’s Rising is easily my favorite of my flash pieces, I have to give the editors an extra big thanks for giving it this second
It may be almost midnight on Friday night, but I have completed my word count goal for the week. So, here’s the word-o-meter, And, ta-da! It looks fabulous! How is she getting through the novel so fast, they wonder. Well… After consulting various experts in the field, and chattering about the relativity of writing wisdom
Apparently this shack’s got something priceless inside. A truck followed us down the road to where I was taking a picture for my Facebook album and asked what we were up to, very polite, but still inquiring. When we told them I just wanted some pictures, they were cool with it. They had to be attentive, they explained. They’d had
Last night I finished my writing early, and decided to call my parents. They’re both night owls, and besides have a two hour time difference, so they’re the ideal people to call if I want to chat for a bit when it’s too late to call any sane person. Besides–they’re my parents–it’s always good to
I have a people in my wip that sometimes spend time in swan form. Lovely but dangerous, they are the guardians of the portals. When you look at a pic like this, it’s easy to see the origin of my inspiration.              I’ve found some info that