Lynn Abbey's Blog, page 13

Fingers on Parole…

No post yesterday evening because I'd forgotten about my o'dark-thirty doctor's appointment.
The news on the finger-front is good.  I've restored about 80% of my range-of-motion and there's a good chance I'll get the other 20% back over the next month or so without signing up for formal rehab.
I've noticed that both hands are much weaker [...:]

Home again (not the holiday card)

The title says it all.
I woke up in Macon, had a lovely breakfast, said goodbye to Roberta and her family, and began driving SS1 and her mother back to Florida.  We were moving along quite nicely, leaving the rain behind us, until we were about eighty miles from the Florida line.
Some of it was accidents, [...:]

On the road p2 – Still Macon

It's been a long time since I've experienced a cold, rainy day.  Everything's grayed and muted, but glistening a bit as the raindrops strike and set things to moving and the temperatures are low enough that I'm wearing a sweater.
A couple of weeks of such weather (which in Ann Arbor was a typical November) and [...:]

On the Road Pt 1 — Macon

Never mind that I should be working on The Guardians or, at the very least, getting my holiday stuff together, today I drove to Macon, GA.  (There are several other Macons, or so weather.com informed me.)
I didn't drive by myself….I wasn't even driving my own car.  A very special friend and her mother needed the [...:]

Editing Fiction / Time Travel

As noted yesterday, I'm prepping The Guardians for its second act at Yard Dog Press.  I'm working from a scan that my dad made for me back in the late 90s….the dark ages in terms of OCR accuracy.
I devised a dozen or so macros to smooth out the more consistent quirks that OmniPro 7 introduced [...:]

Slow Day In December

I'm determined to blog more regularly…inspired, no doubt, by CJ and Jane's diligence on their blogs.
Then I come to the end of the day and the realization that, most of the time, my life isn't earthshaking interesting.
So…let's see…since the last post…
I've inebriated all my fruitcakes.  (The one destined for my uncle is on its way [...:]

Fruitcake Day

I'm a traditional sort.  Well, the traditions themselves may not be very traditional, but I cherish them in typically traditional ways.
Traditionally, then, I kick off the winter holiday season by baking fruitcakes.  This usually happens on the Friday or Saturday after Thanksgiving, because traditional fruitcakes need to mellow a bit (read: marinate in brandy) before [...:]

The next step

I wrote my first book on lined paper, a few hours a night, in a booth at an Ann Arbor hangout that had too many florescent lights to be called a coffee house.  When it was finished, I paid a professional typist to transcribe my handwriting, creating two manuscripts in the process: a pristine copy [...:]

Yes…still alive

I'm testing a new chunk of software that might – possibly, though probably unlikely – induce me to blog more frequently

Digression — the Forbidden Stitch

(This started as a reply to CJ’s comment to the previous post…then took on a life of its own)
There are two stories about how the “Forbidden Stitch” (or Forbidden Stitches…there are several that claim the title) got the name.
First off (and not one of the stories) — The “Forbidden Stitch” is not a translation from [...:]