Amy Lane's Blog: Writer's Lane, page 193

Knitting in the Dark

*phew* Well, the recital is over, and I for one am immensely relieved.

Don't get me wrong--the recitals are FUN--for one thing (and I've said this before) you get to see people's children grow up performance by performance, and you feel just as proud for 'that one kid who's been around a while' as you do for your own (if not a little more puzzled by how that kid ends up in so damned many numbers.) But they are also EXHAUSTING--and not just for the little kids, who are right now too wound up ...

A REAL day off...

Seriously-- it was so weird. Only one errand to run, which I did while T was in karate, and most of the rest of the day was spent... writing. Knitting. Watching re-run television. *shudder* Oh bliss. I think the down time was good for everybody, too, because the short people were oddly relaxed today, and because my writing dragon (which has been asleep or cowed) suddenly woke up and roared, and I was proud of what we put out. Jack & Teague are coming along nicely, and although there ha...

Oh for crap's sake...

Yeah. I've got another novella out.

This one is special.

This one is a story of Green's Hill. And the artwork is beyootifuul. And between this one and Truth in Dark and Making Promises (due out next month) I am content that I have lived up to my writer's promise this year. I have more--much more, I hope--but I very rarely stop and take a breath and say, "Well done, writer. You have crafted something beautiful. Be proud."

I am a writer. A REAL writer--I have been one for five and a half ye...

Tan Squid--take two

To rid myself of the whine flavor of the last blogpost, I will give you this continuation of the tan squid discussion that was held the other day:

"Mom, I'm a tan squid and Squish is a pink octopurt, so what are you?"

"I'm a beige marSOOpEEul!"

"So you are a boring colored marSOOpEEul?"

"No-- beige isn't boring. Beige is neutral."

"What's neutral?"

"It goes with everything, like a red tie, or Switzerland."

"So what's a beige marSOOpEEul?"

(and I can hardly say it when I think it, I'm laughing so da...

I'm happy, dammit!

So we sat down to watch Burn Notice together-- Mate, me, and Chicken. It's one of our shows. But I had to get up for water for Squishie and then I had to get up for something else, and while I was up for something else, I checked my e-mail (because I'm DYING for Truth in the Dark feedback, right?) and then I see it! A review! Huzzah! I take a moment to read the review, and Zoomboy comes in to make me pull his finger. Six times. And I get a little impatient. But I try not to let it sho...

Did you hear the one about...

The Chicken, the Tan Squid, and the short Squishie one, who spent two weeks in dance recital rehearsal, and then all had a melt down and fell asleep?

I did.

I almost fell with them!

I didn't realize how far down the work/recital/errand rabbit hole I'd spiraled until I was sitting in the audience, watching the dress rehearsal, and it hit me that a friend of mine (who I haven't seen since her baby shower!) had invited me to her son's first birthday party TODAY, and I'd forgotten to negative RS...

I'm a taaannn squuuiiiiiddddd!!!

Okay, not really. I'm a woman who's been married for 21 years and has had a hell of a day (errands w/T, errands w/Chicken, family picture, dinner & a movie-- I'm not in it for the glamour, just the swollen ankles!)

Anyway... I may wax rhapsodic about Mate and how 21 years feels like two, but not tonight. Tonight, I've got some Zoomboy gems that I've GOT to get down before I forget!

First of all...

Last week, I got a glimpse into the inner workings of Zoomboy's mind. He's been talking a lot ab...

Truth in the Dark

Is now available in several e-book formats.

And now, for the traditional prayer--everyone say it with me:

Holy Goddess, Merciful God, LET IT NOT SUCK!

Cannyagimmefuckinhallelujia?

Athehellmen.

Recently Overheard in the Lane Mansion of Domestic Bliss

Zoomboy to Chicken, while comparing the merits of Squish's STORE BOUGHT stuffed canine to Chicken's HAND MADE stuffed canine:

"My wiener dog is longer than YOUR wiener dog!"

Excuse me while I double over with laughter in order to pick my brain out of the gutter.

In a Springsteen sort of mood

Now I am very aware that I've made my true and everlasting love for The Boss very well known here, but I thought, since it was a very lazy weekend (on my part-- Mate and Chicken ran a 5K and did dance rehearsal) which featured a trip to see Karate Kid (but alas, not the A-Team), I could wax rhapsodic a little on The Boss.

When I was in eighth grade, I had, as it were, a friend beyond my social circle. In a big way.

Her parents were lobbyists, she lived in a big assed amazing house in Lincoln...