Dear Day Jobbe: Friday is my last day. I have four days of work left. Four. Days. If I had no actual projects to do, I would still be able to keep more than busy weeding and moving computer files to the shared drive, writing cheat sheets and instructions for all the things that I […]
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Apparently, the thing to do at this juncture is to say, Ahem, it’s Nebula-nominating time, and, well, I’ve got a few things to draw your attention to… So, um, here they are: “Eastlick” –in Black Static, May 2009. I love this story. It’s not in the least autobiographical. Well, except for the setting, and the
Nice weekend around here. Jay posted the details, so I won’t repeat it all, but will only reiterate: yeah, last night was fun. And today is going to be fun too: he is in the kitchen now cooking up a storm (“a simple light lunch” is a concept that has no meaning around here…) :-),
It’s the age-old question: why do we blog? I started blogging because “they” said a writer should blog. It’s a way of reaching out to your readers, of getting your work and your name out there, of providing a more personal connection beyond your publications for people to relate to. Of course, when I started
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Damn trunk light keeps burning out on the Witchmobile. {or, boot light, I think, for you English folk.} I mean, brand new car, last year I bought it with car loans with bad credit no money down. Every time I take it in for an oil change, I say, “And can you fix the trunk
“In the Beginnings,” a collaborative flash piece with Jay, sold to Electric Velocipede, for publication some time next year. Woo hoo!
NICE day off. Oh all days should all be this way. Oh wait, they will be. Eventually. 🙂 I got a chunk of the to-do list accomplished (although not the tire chains, grr), and some relaxing done, including even a proto-nap on the couch (and I am one who DOES NOT NAP)–but, most importantly, I
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Yeah, I know it’s not Friday, it’s Tuesday; but, when you have a holiday Wednesday, then Tuesday is Friday and that’s all there is to it. And for that, I am sooooooo glad. I have severe short-timer syndrome at the Day Jobbe, and they know it. Boss Lady gave me a fairly impossible project to
Friends are good. I had a weekend largely away from the computer (as the sharp-eyed of you have undoubtedly noticed…), and I needed it. On Saturday, Mark arrived around noon, full of ideas and stories and good cheer. We shopped and he cooked, and also talked and talked to me about cancer and life and
Woke up with a bit of a stomachache this morning. I can’t imagine why. _____________ Actually, I’m a little puzzled as why it all hit me so hard last night. It’s not like there was really any new information yesterday–just a surgery date set. We already knew there would be surgery, and soon; there was