Sarah A. Hoyt's Blog, page 287

Greebo’s Editorial Tips

I was born a poor black cat.  Okay, stop laughing.  It is actually true.  I’m mostly black, except for spots of white, embarrassingly shaped like human body hair, which show when I lie on my back.  And I was born in the crawl space of a rental house from a feral mother who was dumped as a kitten, and the neighborhood gentleman Mrs. Hoyt pleases to call The Resident Mad Feral Tom.

I wasn’t much more than ten weeks old when I had to defend mam.ma cat’s honor against a roving tom who took the op...

Dust and Despondence

First, I’m alive.  Sorry about the lateness of this thing, but we were running some unavoidable errands, and sending younger son to visit with adoptive nephew and niece with whom he has a mutual adoration society.

I came home and shortly after this arrived:

 

 

 

 

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Which suddenly explains why Greebo has been getting the covers off me in the middle of the night, then trying to herd me to the writing chair.  Yeah.  I thought he was being silly.  Apparently there’s more going on here than I gue...

The Three A.M. Terror

This was my first good night in weeks — maybe in months, if you count the fact that my body seems to have decided it was allergic to France in general — so of course I’m still a little zonked, which makes no sense whatsoever, since I slept in my own bed (instead not sleeping in the bathroom) for the first time in a week or so.

I was talking to my son about that, because yesterday, as he was leaving for the hospital before dawn, I ambushed him on the stairs and said “what is abdominal pain her...

Good News, Bad News and Seriously?

The good news is that this isn’t apparently an auto-immune attack but stomach flu of some kind.

The bad news is that spending the night in the bathroom is not conducive to getting up early and ready to work.  I’m more or less okay now, but haven’t yet showered, and am only demi-caffeinated.

The good news is that the idiots are self idenfying.  From the NFL taking a knee in response to…. G-d knows what.  Apparently “I’m black, and even though I’m a millionaire, you’re mean to me.” or perhaps “...

The Grandchildren of Imagine – A Blast From The Past Post From August 2014

*Forgive me for being so late and doing a BFP — I’ve been having a recurring and weird problem that is probably the next step in my body’s attempt to kill me, or that might “just” be the result of my idiotically becoming dehydrated by forgetting to drink water — anyway, it took most of yesterday’s afternoon/evening.  And I woke up really late today.*

The Grandchildren of Imagine – A Blast From The Past Post From August 2014

The other day here, someone brought up “Imagine” under if everything...

How Do You Solve A Problem Like Inequality?

Yesterday in a thread discussing the crazy idiocy of “taking a knee” to protest the US in general and our lack of perfection in particular, I  made a comment about how they’re protesting in name of perfection that doesn’t exist (though idiots might have convinced them it does.  I mean, people who haven’t lived in Sweden like to claim it is perfect) and running down the most just country on Earth.

It never fails.  If you make a comment of that kind, you’ll get someone trotting out the “inequal...

Sunday Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike & Long Waited Promo by Free Range Oyster

*I’m afraid the Oyster’s promo being late is the result of my computer.  I had it last Sunday but my email wouldn’t pull.  So, it’s my fault – SAH*

Sunday Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drab...

The Writer as She’s Spoken

I should be giving you the next installment in either Rogue Magic or Dark Fate (Grant in Portugal.)  I should…

There is about a million things I should be doing, instead of telling you I should.  Here’s the thing: whatever writing (or other business) is accomplished these days is accomplished in mad working dashes between spots of feeling not so good and being unable to muster the energy to do anything.

Normally this would be a bad sign, but the dashes are growing and the spots shrinking, so...

When the Mask Slips

I think part of the problem our “friends” on the left are having is that when the mask slips once you can hide it.  When it keeps slipping it becomes …. obvious.

I come from a far distant time, called the seventies.  Perhaps because everyone was doing mescaline-like-substances, the seventies were crazier than those of you who weren’t adults then can even imagine.

One of the strangest things was how everyone assumed communists and socialists were the GOOD GUYS.

Sure, there are some people who...

Socialism and Sociability

Ever since Obama made his speech about how “you didn’t build that” because even if you build a business from nothing, you have roads, we have a curious madness on the left.  Every time you say anything about socialism or mention that government is too big, you get someone yelling at you that if you want freedom you don’t need roads.

There was a meme a friend of mine put on a facebook group some months ago (and which I didn’t steal because I’m stupid) which perfectly showed this.  There was th...