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 …
Eggs so fresh there’s still chicken shit on them Read more »
…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 …
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 …
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 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 …
A weekend in pictures (and a few words, because I like words) Read more »
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 …
But I am weary, my dears, and have not been in a bloggy mood of late. Shall we have some random list-making? 1. Spring seems to have arrived in Portland, so I’m celebrating by knitting mittens for the kid, which …
Oh yeah, I have a blog… I should probably feed it Read more »
I know I said I was only going to work on stories until I hear from Gail that Adverse Possession is ready to go out to editors. It’s really the best thing to do, given the way I work, to …
What the discerning toddler is watching on YouTube this week. “I wanna watch the drum video.” “No, the OTHER drum video.” “I want Feist come to my house, pick me up. I want Feist hug my body.”
Revisions are finished, and the current novel is back with my agent. Now begins, again, the tortuous waiting for her to read it. And then she’ll either want more revisions or will deem it ready to go out to editors. …