Riding the Dream Dragon Debut

A very sleepy rollercoaster of a dragon has been awakened on From the Asylum.  I’m tempted to send my condolences over his lost sleep, but as I’m the one who deprived him of it, I’ll settle for sending sweet dreams.

New Editor-itis

I think I’ve contracted something.  My blog is suffering, my online friends too, and I’ve gained a sudden sympathy for the poor lost souls who have to write rejection letters.  It’s called new editor-itis, and I’m hoping eventually it can be cured–or at least the symptoms can be contained.  After all, it is my intent

Goals for 2008

You can’t make new year’s goals without taking a quick peek at last year’s, so I’ve just done that.  And did I meet my goals?  The answer is a resounding No!  But hold the condolences, ’cause I’m giving it a positive spin.  (Must practice in case I’m one day impersonating a politician, ya know) I

Latest WoTF Offering

I shipped out Shard’s of Honor this afternoon.  It probably won’t be postmarked ’til the 31st, due to our PO’s pickup times, but it’s out of my hands and off my mind.  Can you tell I’m not thinking about it? 😉 It’s almost certainly my best entry yet, and also the one I’ve put the most drafts and

Best and Worst for Christmas

Five Worst Things to Hear/Read at the Holidays:  “First, promise you won’t be mad…” “Some Assembly Required” “Do we have jumper cables?” “…the oven was never turned on.” “Attention passengers, due to inclement weather…”   Five Best Breakfast Foods for Christmas Morning: Hot chocolate with crushed candy cane Left-over pizza, minus the anchovies Sliced bannana with melted

The Un-Twelve Days of Christmas

This is a version you can actually enjoy, and though it may seem a little…unusual, I’ll bet you couldn’t keep the original version straight, either! [kml_flashembed movie=”http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8″ width=”425″ height=”350″ wmode=”transparent” /]

Unexpected Moments

Tonight I was running on a low battery, and not on the look-out for any warm fuzzies.  In fact, I was biting my tongue to keep from snapping at the kids, and even Christmas was looking like one big chore looming at me from the to-do list. Then my daughter (the five-year-old) asked if she could