Ah home again. It is sweeter even than usual this time. Because reasons. And Mark is here with me–he came along, for a few days anyway, because of many things we need to do in Portland, and because I was dying to get home and couldn’t stay another day in Seattle. Lovely as Seattle is. […]
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I’m here! All is fine–sorry for not posting. LiveJournal has been not letting me log in; today I finally had a moment to explore the issue, and found out that it’s a bug having to do with my logging in using my (fabulously convenient) mobile hotspot on my iPhone, which I do when I’m in
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Again I prepare to go to Seattle…you’d think I’d have the packing down by now. 🙂 But each time it’s like reinventing the wheel. At least I’m starting the day before, this time. But all that’s doing is making me run up against the can’t-pack-this-I’ll-need-it-in-the-morning things. AND I didn’t write. But I got the car
An old friend of mine from the Bay Area called me a few months ago, her niece was moving to Portland and she wanted to put us contact with each other. Contact was made, life happened, this and that; anyway, it was this evening before Niece and I actually got together. She’s a delightful young
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Hey guess what? I’m going to be editing an anthology! You should totally submit to it! It’s with Evil Girlfriend Media, and the deadline is May 1. So you have plenty of time to get your story in. Even if you haven’t started it yet. Submission guidelines are here. Here’s the description of the anthology:
I went on an urban(ish) hike today with G&T (and N), down through the Oaks Bottom wilderness area, then back along the city streets. At the turnaround point, we paused to observe the Sellwood Bridge, which is being slid over, ever-so-carefully, from its old (falling-apart) base, to a new (presumably more sturdy) one. The concrete
Up to almost 17,000 words in Hobgoblin! By way of an entirely new-to-me process. I’m rewriting it from scratch–except not. I’ve built a more or less new plot, with the same characters, and a slightly different situation; so it was too dissimilar to just edit what I had; but a lot of what’s already written
I usually eat pretty simply, when I’m cooking just for myself, but every now and then I come up with something marvelous. Actually, this was incredibly simple too, but OMG YUM! I bought this salt-cooking-tile thing a while back, and made salmon on it, which was marvelous. The salt-cooking-tile thing package showed a picture of
Re-entry day. Yoga, errands, groceries, gym, writing-related stuff (though alas no writing itself), orchids. I took my car in to the dealer, where they diagnosed the same thing my mechanics did last week, and ordered parts, whereby it will be fixed, under warranty. Yay. It rained, but is still cold. Could that mean snow, could
Back in Portland, yay for being home, boo for leaving Mark in Seattle. It was an uneventful drive. Uneventful drives are my favorite kind. I joined a new-to-me book group here in town; my first meeting was tonight. A nice group of people–some I knew, some I didn’t. I’m so happy to be in a