A Well-loved Shack

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

Losing Track of Time

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

Election Day

Today has been a bit crazy.  Or maybe it’s the last several days.  This past weekend had all our usual Saturday errands, etc., plus attending Alan Welch’s gallery showing (which was very cool and will get a longer post on the LJ) and doing some measuring on the windows of our old house in order to

Candy-Wrapper Day

Perhaps that should be the un-official name for November 1st, at least in our house.  I usually try to ration the candy, ask the kids to make sensible choices and provide limits… But apparently, not this year.  This is just our son’s wrapper pile, from his personal stash.  Our daughter was a little wiser, and

Happy Halloween!

I can’t type those words without hearing, in my mind, the throaty voice of our hand-grabbing candy dish.  Ah, the joys of mis-spent money. The family had a good crop of decorated pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns this year.  Below you see my free-hand cat, and our son’s carefully carved ‘BSA is Cool’.  The latter should be

A Picture, A Story, and A Rambling Post

But the pic and story have nothing to do with one another beyond sharing space on this rambling blog.

First the picture.  After coming home from church this afternoon I stayed in my dress, since it’s comfortable, but quickly transformed to stocking feet, since I’ve never had much success curling up in almost knee-length boots even if they don’t have heels.  Of course, that meant I had to slip something on when it was time to go outside and call the cats and close up the barn.

No problem, I have a pair of rubber boots I keep by the door for just such an occasion.

What do you think of my outfit?  For some reason the family found it amusing, but blue works with blue, right?

Velvet and Rubber Boots.jpg

So now for the story, completly unrelated to the above.

Whenever I’m not writing lately I’m checking out agent info, et al, so that, in the eventuality of this book arriving at a polished place, I have a list of agents to which I will send a query.  It’s actually rather difficult to come up with a list of reputable, accessable, compatible agents, and it requires a deal of research, I’m finding.

However, Kristen Nelson has been on the list for some time, by dint of the good things I hear about her via the writer grapevine, plus her doing a fabulous job at WorldCon on her panels and also having the good humor to be graceful and chat with me for a minute in the hall.  I also enjoy her blog, and whilst hanging around there came across this top 25 oft-repeated inclusions in YA list.

I was gratified to see that I have done none of them, nor has it occurred to me to do these things.  Perhaps my unique background is good for one thing–I’ve never been in danger of thinking like everyone else.  However, number 22, ‘a tiny scar through the eyebrow, sometimes accompanied by an embarrassing story’ caught my eye because I have such a scar!  And the story was kind of embarrassing at the time…

[this is the part where I tell the unrelated story stories]