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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 …
Author: Cari
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 …
Meanwhile, in the garden
Stuff keeps growing. Go figure. Oh…and I finished revising the novel. Second draft will be on its way to my readers, as soon as I get the copies printed out.
Inching my way forward
Walking through it. I’m sad as hell, but moving forward. I can’t focus at all on reading, having a really hard time focusing on writing. I’ve been doing some small bits of knitting, but not finding much comfort in it. …
How it was
(this is not fiction. Oh, how I wish this were fiction) Friday, 6:15am. My son is asleep beside me. Downstairs I hear my husband getting ready to leave for work. I get up to pee. The toilet paper comes away …