When I was in elementary school, we didn’t have school counselors. But someone must have got a grant or something, because there was a lady who came and I made the trek from my classroom–possibly fifth grade? I don’t recall–to the other end of the school to the library to talk to a stranger. I […]
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ZOMG, how have I lived this long without a bike! I love it. Her. Definitely a her, though I almost named her Edward. This is not her, but it’s one of her sisters. My seat is white, handlebar grips are black, and my basket is different. But still. Admire the beauty! So. The saga. For
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So. Car? Borked. It’ll start, but if I’m not revving the gas, it dies. Therefore it stays in the carport till I can figure out what to do. Fidelis? Not being written. Dunno why. I know what I want to do, can’t seem to get it done. Work? Not starting till two days after I
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Yep, I’m sick. Damn it. Since I last checked in, I edited a scene of Joss and wrote most of another, but can’t get my brain to function to finish it. I’ve written a bit more on Fidelis each day, and am now at about 30,000 words. But right now my brain won’t touch it.
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All right, I want everyone who EVER bought drugs from someone they found through a blog comment lined up and beaten. 751 in my spam filter. Srsly? Who does this? Someone must buy, or they wouldn’t keep doing it, right? Idiots. Anyway. I plod onwards. I sent out three more queries. One already rejected, others