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June 15, 2011
Thank Goodness for Fathers
... who are nearby to lend you money for breakfast ...While I'm munching on breakfast (an oatmeal bran muffin, if you must know), let me fill you in on someone else's exciting early success with self-publishing:Marshall BuckleyI met this fellow online. I don't remember how, exactly, but it was probably via LinkedIn.com. I seem to have met many lovely folks there. Marshall is one of the
June 14, 2011
Book Review: The Princess Bride (Abridged) by William Goldman
The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure by William GoldmanMy rating: 3 of 5 starsThis is just one of those adorable reads that kept me giggling girlishly. Though not really a page-turner, it is still well worth the read.If you've watched the movie, you know basically what happens, though I do have to point out that there is, as is typical of films, a lot
June 13, 2011
Clearly Needs a Title
A plethora of strange dreams had me up very early this morning. I should have written them down, but failed to and now have no record of them. I'm sure they'll pop up somehow in my writing via my already overloaded subconscious.Writing today resumes as normal, though this computer has been so painfully slow, I doubt I'll get my 3 000 in today. It's already 10:45am and I'm just getting to my
June 11, 2011
Mim
Prudish, prim , and discreetly silent, applied only to women; of contemptuously to effeminate men, as in the phrase, " He's as mim as a maiden." In this sense the word is distinguished from mum, which means silent, or secret only, without reference to sex, as in the current slang, "mum's the word" ... The word mim has a meaning of its own, which should preserve it in the language. It is derived
June 10, 2011
Random Stuff
Stuff is, of course, the technical term.Good news, the flatmate's back after a successful business trip to Toronto. She arrived a little worse for wear - a feat of her own making - but otherwise satisfied. Tomorrow she starts work on a movie being filmed here in Ottawa.You wouldn't think there are many of those, but it's a steady enough business.In writing news, I'm now 500 words behind my
June 9, 2011
Thunderstorms
I just adore thunderstorms. I don't know why that is, it just is. I've loved them ever since I can remember. I love the sound of rain pelting down on a tin roof. I love the flashes of light followed by deep rumbles or sudden, ear-splitting cracks.One of my fondest memories of home is sitting out on the patio with a hot cup of tea, watching the lightening, and listening to the rain pelt down.
June 8, 2011
A Gentle Kick in the Pants
I was almost ready to quit yesterday. I was so down, and upset, and discouraged, I was ready to throw in the towel and admit defeat.Another rejection. Another person who thought my story/my abilities simply weren't good enough. Surely if so many people thought that, then this must be true:I mustn't be able to write. My stories mustn't be much good at all.I was, admittedly, not in the best
June 7, 2011
Have You Ever Felt...
Warning: I'm in a bad mood, and it will likely be reflected in today's post.Yesterday afternoon, I received a rejection from what was, essentially, my last chance for a particular manuscript. It's official. I'm retiring that particular novel until further notice. This isn't an easy decision. I'm not doing this spur of the moment. This was a decision I came to before I sent off that last
June 6, 2011
A Life of Learning
Edit to correct glaring typographical errors... because I'm a dolt.Good morning!This weekend, I learnt to sew. Not exactly accurate, actually. I already knew how to sew. This weekend, I learnt to use a sewing machine. I remember trying once in early High School, only to have my home economics teacher tell me I'd never make a good wife (but response was 'good,' but never mind about that).I
A Life od Learning
Good morning!This weekend, I leanrt to sew. Not exactly accurate, actually. I already knew how to sew. This weekend, I learnt to use a sewing machine. I remember trying once in early High School, only to have my home economics teacher tell me I'd never make a good wife (but response was 'good,' but never mind about that).I regret not learning, however, as I often watched my flatmate make
