Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 107

Welcome to Chez Quarantine

Well. This all seems rather difficult, doesnt it. Chez Saintcrow is in quarantine, at least as far as we can be with one of us working retail. The Princesss job is pretty important in the current situationafter all, people have to eat. And plenty of big corporations arent doing the right thing by their workers ...

Zombie Rhubarb, Redux

The zombie rhubarb has returned. This is the rhubarb Odd Trundles did his level best to eradicate while it was in a shaded corner; I had to move the poor thing and didnt think it would survive. But despite all odds, its come back year after year. A little ragged, a whole lot stubborn, this ...

Music, Noise, Work

Walking the dogs this morning, Matchbox 20s Disease came through my earbuds, and I found myself thinking of The Society again. That was one of Delgados songs. Man, I was so young when I wrote that. A few discerning fans had fun untangling the X-Men references in it, and I still like to think about ...

Best, Ignored, Work

I was tooling around on the internet yesterday, and a realization struck me: what I think is my very best writing often goes unnoticed. Good writing is supposed to go unnoticed a lot of the time; that means it’s efficiently carried its cargo into another person’s head and left it there. But there’s also good ...

Mad March Scheduling

Well. It’s March, it’s a Monday. There is a pea-soup fog; even the cedars across the back yard are hazy and indistinct. I meant to get up early and start my spring-forward on the right foot, but… the dogs were heavy, I was dreaming about a glass labyrinth, and the enormity of a few professional ...

Ferment or Roast

A lovely daikon, sliced and placed in brine, then left to think about things. It ends up looking very pink, because I didn’t want to bother with peeling. And it tastes marvelous. It took me a long time to start fermenting things, but now I can’t stop. I look at all sorts of vegetables and ...

Off My Glass Menagerie

It might be time to retreat to a cave for a while. The world’s on fire, and the stress is very bad this month for other reasons. It takes a concerted mental effort to keep repeating “this is just a professional change and could indeed work out very well in the long run” while most ...

Verklempt Nose-Boops

The dogs are quite verklempt this morning. Someone is on a trip, so there was packing, which means Miss B starts trying to bunch all the humans in one room so she can keep an eye on us all. When she can’t, she gets a wee bit anxious, and I have to give her other ...

Cosmic Two by Four

March promises to be a stressful month. Even the tarot cards are in on the action, and to top it all off, the to-do list involves Leaving the House when really I want to be stress-procrastinating with a trunk novel. And watching the final duet from Eugene Onegin on repeat, because apparently something in it ...

It Me

It’s me. I tend to write a lot when I’m worried. Also when I’m sad, angry, happy, or just meh. I wrote Afterwar because I was super worried, and so far I haven’t seen anything to ease that particular feeling. *sigh* The world is on fire, and I keep writing. It feels rather like playing ...