Rediscovering plain vanilla
I haven’t been blogging about knitting much at all lately. It’s been months, maybe, since I even mentioned it. I have been knitting, though not every day and not for long when I do, but I haven’t been talking about …
Author: Cari
Why writing a novel sometimes feels like a prolonged heart attack
All hail Katie. I sent her the first 50 pages from this latest draft and she unlocked it. She asked exactly the right question to get to the root of why it’s not quite there yet, not quite measuring up …
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The heartbreak of leggy Brussels sprouts
Blame it on the ratio of gray to sunny days this early in the season. Blame it on my failure to put something reflective behind the seed trays to augment the light from the southern window. Blame it on Heather’s …
In the usual Sunday place, doing the usual Sunday thing
Working on revisions today. Revisions are going pretty well, though I’ve changed my approach. Donigan was right that using the retyping method again and going back over and over and over each paragraph was overkill. The book doesn’t need that …
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Eggs so fresh there’s still chicken shit on them
Ah, the urban farmyard. Thumper and I had some damn fine timing today when we headed out to play. Our chicken-keeping neighbor was just about to gather the eggs from his coop and invited Thumper in to help him. This …
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In the silence between posts…
…the silence since my March 6th post and today, really… My mother-in-law visited. I heard back from Gail, and she wants more revisions. I had either a very brief flu or a very rare cold-with-fever/chills/cold sweat. I jacked up my …
Thumper’s Video Picks
What the discerning toddler is watching on YouTube this week. “I wanna hear the clapping song.” This CD is in heavy rotation in our car, and Thumper especially likes to clap along to this song. “Why she is in a …
garden garden garden
Last year’s garden was a big, not entirely successful experiment. I hadn’t had a vegetable garden since I was a kid (when the adults did all the planning and most of the work, and in a very different growing climate …
A weekend in pictures (and a few words, because I like words)
A walk in Forest Park Behold, a robin! Spring! Spring! Spring! (I love Spring) (Though now that I’ve typed it four times in quick succession, it’s starting to look really funny to me. Spring. SPRIIIIIINGGGGGGUH. Hunh.) Cooing over the chicks …
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shake my foggy brain and see what falls away
Goddamn, I’m tired. Hit-by-a-truck tired. And bleary-brained and monkey-minded. No, I’m not telling you I’m pregnant. I’m also not telling you I’m not pregnant. We’re toward the end of the waiting-to-see-if-we-did-it phase. Again. The Two Week Wait, this time enhanced …