I really am getting serious. (I think. How many times have I said that before?) Anyway. The last time I really accomplished something, writing Eve re-named A Star to Steer By re-named Saturday’s Child, re-named that damn first book, I did it by tracking where I was every day. So I’m doing it again. Someone […]
Amazing how much better my return-to-work goes when I accomplished something over the vacation. I’m actually ready for this. Sort of. Rather be home, of course. But I’m not feeling homicidal, and that’s a good thing. My brain must be on overtime, I got another brilliant understanding this morning–instead of sitting huddled at my desk,
Hey, it’s his birthday–let’s haul out the old skeletons, see if we can get some attention. Bastards. Guess what, folks. I don’t give a damn if Doctor Martin Luther King Junior had an affair. I still say he was right about civil rights, and I honor his memory. And I won’t buy your book just
Don’t mind the blood. I have a new cat. Did I mention I’m sneaky? The cat Hope chose the last time I let her adopt a cat (that put us at two) is a contemptible little pain who doesn’t like her, doesn’t like me, refuses to use the litterbox and would rather be outside. The
Hope is angry. She was supposed to do her homework before she could watch TV today, and here it is 3:30 and her favorite show is on and her homework isn’t done. I suggested she work on it Friday night, she didn’t want to. I suggested she work on it yesterday, she didn’t want to.
How cool is this? Blog-City came up with another toy for me. Linkblogs. With a click, I can show you what odd corners of the internet I’ve wandered off to this time. hee hee, this is awesome. So should you care to know, look over to the right. It’ll display the last three. I haven’t