What film does better
I spotted something today as I left the grocery store, something I’d love to include in a novel or a story. If I was bolder (less considerate of others’ privacy?) than I am, I might have taken out my camera. …
Month: August 2008
I don’t mean to alarm anyone…
…but I’ve been knitting. I know. Weird, right? I seem to remember that I used to do a lot of this kind of thing. Viola. The Central Park Hoodie I’ve been meaning to knit for a couple of years now. …
Happy birthday to me
I’m 35 years old today. This is the first birthday that’s had a sting to it for me. It’s not old, but it’s certainly not young. Thirty-five sounds terribly grown-up, doesn’t it? Cue midlife crisis.
PS:
The best blog you’re probably not reading: Luc Sante’s Pinakothek He doesn’t post often, but when he does it’s always worth a read. Today’s post is beautiful, so do check that out at the very least. It’s a pitch-perfect snapshot …
Proud vegetarian mama
This morning, Thumper opened his eyes, stretched, looked at me, and said, “Bacon.” “Bacon?” I said. “Bacon is meat. We don’t eat meat.” “I want to eat bacon!” he shouted. “Meat! I want to eat meat! MEEAAAAAAT!!!” I didn’t say …
Back to work
Anonymous* sidewalk message, SE Portland I’m back to work on the novel, waving my hands to change second draft into third. Happily caffeinated, fed, and air-conditioned at the usual Sunday workplace. I got (fantastically helpful) feedback from Marrije, who went …
When Good Squirrels Go Bad or Why Bad Things Happen to Good Rodents
I was awakened this morning at 6 a.m. by what sounded like something mammalian being eaten alive outside our bedroom windows. I looked outside and saw the branches of the elm across the street waving rather wildly, so whatever was …
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A gold star for Heather
This morning Heather returned her copy of the manuscript, all marked up and ready for my next round of revisions. That’s a one-week turnaround. Heather rocks. And now I sit and wring my hands and wait to hear from everyone …
Stalking the next book
Random bit of street art found on a rock in SE Portland. I love this city. Second draft is out of my hands now, with my draft readers. And right on schedule, as I was taking a shower on Saturday …
Printing, printing, printing
A photo of my guys, because who wants to see a photo of a printer? Unfortunately, the glory of finishing a draft of a novel is closely followed by the drudgery of printing. And printing. And printing. Yes, I know …