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I was going to write a post on the concept of “literary” and might do that tomorrow, but today is all taken up with family things.

On the unpacking progress we now have functioning bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. Next up, my office and the laundry room, and then we can bring the cats home. (We’re putting the boxes in the laundry room.) I miss them.

Derp fish is most assuredly dying, but after looking closely I’m not sure if it’s a fungus or a tumor. Looks more like a tumor, which means I might...

When You Got Nothing

So, I didn’t mean to leave this without a post but this morning we left before I could come up with something to write.

I’m trying very hard to be good to myself, but I keep running out of spoons. I don’t think I’m still sick, though extensive surgery and a year of moving and rebuilding a Victorian probably didn’t help my overall condition. I think it’s more that I’m not twenty anymore, and when I was twenty I was pretty awesome, in the sense that I was the energizer bunny.

Our fourth move as...

Perfectly Logical

So, in these days of moving, and dragging and pulling and kicking boxes, all the while worrying about derpfish (he’s still alive, but I can’t tell if he’s getting better or worse. If he goes, I’m not getting another fish again. I like pets I can sort of guess at and who live longer than 2 years) I’ve been thinking about the Hugo mess. And I realized it’s part of a bigger mess.

And the problem isn’t Larry or anyone defying the Hugo cabal. That would have come sooner or later. And the mastermin...

No Excuses, No Regrets – a blast from the past from February 2015

No Excuses, No Regrets

*So, I just want to know which shrine I desecrated. On Tuesday, with fifteen minutes to go on the clock and an owner argued down to the price we wanted, someone came in and made a full price offer, snatching a pretty much perfect house from under our nose. (We could go full price, we could, but I refuse to get in a bidding war.) Yesterday the movers arrived at the same exact time as the biggest snowstorm SINCE the one raging when we came into town 23 years ago.

Meanwhi...

Where have all the heroes gone? – Amanda S. Green

Where have all the heroes gone? – Amanda S. Green

I have been sitting here, staring at the computer screen, trying to find the words for my feelings in the aftermath of what happened in Brussels. Oh, the immediate reaction is easy. Disbelief followed by anger mixed with a large dose of concern and sympathy for those impacted by what happened. Then, as the stories continued to roll in, other emotions came. With it all comes the understanding that the time has finally come for us to realize th...

Dreamers and Men of Action

I confess when listening to Leonard Cohen’s “The Traitor” I love the lines “The dreamers ride against the men of action; oh, watch the men of action falling back.”

I also will confess that I identify with “the dreamers” in those lines, though I’m not sure that’s true anymore. But as a teen I was very much a dreamer, with my head in books or in the clouds. Many of the things I dreamed were air-fantasies and impossible and I didn’t even know it. Many others would be tragedies, not the utopia I...

The State of The Writer

The State of the writer — I thought you needed an update, so you don’t get alarmed at late posts the next week — is frazzled, her nerves shot, and her time totally fried.

Sorry, I’m trying to finish a book and do final edits on another 2, while moving in what promises to be the first of two moves in three months.

Lest I sound insane(r), here how we got to this point in the plot.

Last January we rented this house and put our house in downtown colorado springs for sale. We don’t think houses se...

A Little Bit of Promo – Free Range Oyster

A Little Bit of Promo – Free Range Oyster John Van Stry The King of Las Vegas

An American college student on holiday in India, Rafael fell afoul of a Rakshasa, an old and very powerful tiger-demon. When he finally manages to escape from his captivity, he is left with two small problems; the first is that he is now a Rakshasa himself, the second is that India is deporting him.

So just where can a shape-shifting tiger-demon find acceptance in America?

Las Vegas of course. But before he can cla...

The Gang’ll Know I Died Standing Pat

Over the last few days, since Kate published the list of Sad Puppies recommends, we’ve been inundated both in email and in social media by people requesting, clamoring and whining to be removed from the list. The eructations from these special snow flakes vary in levels of self-delusion and insanity and at least one was very polite.

The prize MUST go to Damien Walter of Grauniad fame for tweeting that he hopes Kate Paulk has deep pockets, to withstand all the lawsuits resultant from putting p...

Revolution — a Partial Blast from the past

I was looking through the posts to find a blast from the past and came across the post I wrote shortly after TVIW in November 2014, called Table Settings At the Cannibal Feast.

Most of it, including the (joking?) accusation of my being the creature named Requires Hate and my semi-joking reply and explanation of the only reason they could think we were the same person.

All that is old stuff and I didn’t want to go into it again — though I understand the creature is now again publishing. Becau...