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November 19, 2018

Die Hard and Ham

They’re about to start playing Yule music everywhere you go. Honestly, they started even before Samhain; pretty soon the consumerism ramp-up will begin in July. I despise Yule music with a passion; it partakes of my feelings around the entire holiday. Especially my feelings from when I worked retail and saw overstimulated children dragged around …

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Published on November 19, 2018 08:34

November 16, 2018

Season Is Now Upon Us

I took this picture before Samhain. Pretty soon, we'll be seeing Yule decorations as soon as July 4 is over. If all decorations were like this, though, I wouldn't mind. May all the gods bless Archie McPhee.
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Published on November 16, 2018 08:09

November 15, 2018

Fog, Cobbler’s Bench

© | Dreamstime Stock Photos Sometimes the stars align, and my once-monthly insomnia (no doubt a hormonal thing) rouses me not at 2am or at 3am, but at 5:30am and I can lie in the dark, thinking, and roll out of bed early because the urge to write is filling me from toes to scalp …

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Published on November 15, 2018 07:29

November 13, 2018

Hope, Despair, Work

© Adam36 | Dreamstime Stock Photos I attended the Cedar Hills Crossing Powell’s yearly Authorfest on Sunday right after Orycon, and got to see a lot of lovely people, from fellow authors to regular Authorfest readers. It was nice, and the drive out there and back settled some plot points inside my head. Driving’s good …

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Published on November 13, 2018 09:44

November 9, 2018

On My Feet

On My Feet After a run, Sir Boxnoggin, Lord van der Sploot, is tired and wishes to curl up upon his bed. But if the human moves, he will groan, and when the human bends to pet him, he will spill out of the bed and onto her feet, looking up reproachfully. Don't go, he'll …

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Published on November 09, 2018 09:05

November 8, 2018

Better Than We Deserve

I feel somewhat like I’m wandering in zombie-infested woods with a crossbow, really–no sooner is one slain than another appears, and by the gods I’m hungry, tired, filthy, and irritated. Current events are bad for my state of mind, not to mention my health. I really wanted to feel hopeful. I did! But instead, the …

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Published on November 08, 2018 08:42

November 5, 2018

If You Want More…

People have finished reading the latest Steelflower, and I’m starting to get emails. Most of them are lovely. There are the usual asshats thinking that being nasty over my decision to release first in print will somehow change my mind, but they’re few and far between, for which I am grateful. Many of you have …

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Published on November 05, 2018 09:20

November 2, 2018

Poor They

Sir Boxnoggin and I found this unlucky bundle of feathers while out running. The crows have already been at them, and Boxnoggin was extremely interested, but I did not let him give more than a token sniff. Poor birdie. Nature’s cleanup crew has already recycled most of them by now, I reckon. Such bright plumage, …

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Published on November 02, 2018 09:05

October 30, 2018

Achievement, Unfulfilled

There are now not one, not two, but three very rotund squirrels who take it as their personal mission to taunt Sir Boxnoggin whenever the opportunity arises. I’m pretty sure one is Batgirl, and though Olsen Twins is much rounder these days he’s just as nervous and his tail is a sad, sad little crooked …

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Published on October 30, 2018 09:52

October 29, 2018

Crawl, Resurrect

I resurrected at a crawl this morning. Both dogs are eager, anxious, and dancing; I am none of those things. I’m heavy, blinking, barely moving from one sentence to the next. I can’t imagine how I’m going to run. Maybe I’ll just let Sir Boxnoggin pull me along wet pavement. I did have a nice …

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Published on October 29, 2018 09:22

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