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Miss Havisham Impersonation
VinothChandar / Foter I’m not Garbo, but still. I’m talking about the urge I get every so often to lock up my house and retreat to its recesses, snail in a shell, turtle hunching down. Not go out...
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Peeing Solo
Lawrence Whittemore / Foter A lot of people replied to my last post. It’s nice to know that wanting to be alone is something that I’m, well, not alone in. A significant percentage of people suggested...
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Interesting Awakenings
fusion-of-horizons / Foter I’d forgotten what it was like to get up every hour or two during the night with a small mammal desperately needing one’s help. Well, to be honest, I hadn’t quite. One...
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“Mewling quim“, Mr. Whedon? Really? You’re proud of that? Look, I like your work, and I even contributed to the Nothing But Red anthology. I was glad to, that post was awesome. But I don’t think you’re...
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On Wordcount, and Snitty Entitlement
Paul Keheler / Foter I’m not a writer because it’s easy; screw those who think it is. I’m not a writer because I want to live some sort of privileged life, or because I want to be rich, or even...
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You’re Nice Anyway
Compound Eye / Foter Today, dear Reader, I entered the heart of darkness. Yes, that’s right. I chaperoned a school field trip. The Little Prince’s school went on a Dozer Day. We even had sunny...
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Oh, Monday
Dear Monday: please stop kicking my ass, I just got up, mmmkay? Let’s start the week off with FANTASTIC news! The Evil for Crestline Auction is up over $2500 in pledges! And that’s before the second...
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Finally, Summer
SUMMER! I’m over at SF MindMeld talking about love during apocalypses, along with some other fabulous authors. Yesterday was the last day of school for the Prince and Princess. Which means the...
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Driving Lessons
Driving lessons with the Princess proceed apace. Also, since I have a manual (the Sooper Subaru, who I christened Carlyle for a number of reasons now lost in the mists of time) I’m also teaching her...
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GNOMEPOCALYPSE
I found my old Gnomepocalypse pics this morning, and thought I might as well resurrect the event, which is part of what was lost when my site got hacked. I had an incredible amount of fun doing this–it...
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First day of school. Been awake since 3am, going over my to-do list inside my head, wondering if I’ve forgotten anything. Happily, though, it was just a quiet wondering, excitement instead of anxiety....
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Driving back from the Prince’s first piano lesson, the windshield wipers going. I’d picked up a Harry Potter sheet music book for the Princess; the Prince was looking at it in the car on the way home....
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The Thaw Begins
The melt has started. Our snowpocalypse has been of short duration. I’ve enjoyed having the kids home, but I’m also looking forward to going and rescuing my computer from the ice-locked city. I miss...
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Harry, the Undead
Going to the grocery store is always an adventure. My children have learned this. After piano lessons on Saturday, the Princess and I stopped at a New Seasons to pick up various things. While there,...
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Growing Up
C Is For CookieMe: “I made cookie dough. I am an adult. I CAN EAT ALL OF IT IF I WANT.” The Princess: “You know how sick that makes you, Mum.” Me: … The Princess: “THINK ABOUT YOUR CHOICES.” ME: “Oh,...
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On Growing Up
Today’s going to be furiously active. There’s a tempo run, a call with the agent, the dogs need kibble, the cats probably do too because I don’t want any of them eating my face, editing to get out the...
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Starting With Snot
Me: Do you ever get a ball of snot in your sinuses, only you can feel it’s not regular snot but the yellow or green sick kind of snot? The Princess: You mean like one of your nostrils blocked? Me: No,...
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Possibly Pickaxe
This morning we went from “everyone dies in a Vocaloid” to “how does one ‘casually’ pick up a pickaxe anyway?” (We were talking about Hetalia Russia. Well, the Princess was. I was listening.) I love...
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Theory and Teeth
My piano teacher is moving, so I’ll be falling back upon my own stubbornness and a few exercise books to continue. I signed up for a music theory course, too–I want to know why. My perennial plaint, I...
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