K.D. Sarge's Blog, page 41

We Have a Winner!

An email has been dispatched to Judi for the essential info to send on her prize.

Please drop by again soon, as I am planning another giveaway just as soon as I find my notes on what I planned to do.

Disorganized writer recovering from surgery is disorganized. >_>

Grist for the Mill

So Monday I returned to work after my surgery.

Monday night I came home and fell over.

Tuesday by ten o’clock I’d realized there was no way it was gonna work at eight hour days, and I’m lucky enough to have both leftover sick time and an excellent (and available!) substitute, so I fixed it so I’d work half-days all week.

I’m still pretty dang tired. I come home at 12:30 or so, fall over for a couple hours, then wake up and try to figure out how to get my brain to come back.

Walking happens at abo...

Someone is Wrong on the Internet? Call Batman, I’m Busy

First (because it’s possible the post is a TL;DR) have you seen my giveaway? One signed copy of Queen’s Man going to some lucky personage!

Now to my grumble of the day.

I’m always complaining I don’t have enough time. I have so much to do and so little time to do it in…and then I stop by Facebook for a few minutes (this is not going where you may think it’s going) and I see someone I care about is being stupid in public. Or someone is being stupid at someone I care about. Or just generally some...

It’s a Giveaway!

I’m done thinking how best to do this. I’m just gonna do.

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“Politically Correct” Sucks

I hate the term “politically correct.” It’s a misnomer, a slur that most people seem to accept at face value, but it’s in no way true.

If I say “African American” rather than one of the old, hurtful descriptors, I’m not doing because a politician wants me to say it. I’m saying it because that is what a group of people wish to be called, and I, as a human being, respect the choices of others with regards to their identity. If I say someone is “African American” and he/she says “Actually, I pref...

Irretrievably Borked

On Saturday I had an idiot moment. I had it while my host was taking a backup of my site. I had my own backup, but I borked the site so badly that the backup won’t take.

So. KDSarge.com lives again, but I’m going to have to put EVERYTHING back. And it’s unlikely I have usable copies of at least half of it.

Sigh. You’d think I’d learn. I thought I had learned. I backed my site up weekly. I back up the blog, I back up the computer, I use Dropbox for every document not-Scrivener…†

There will come a...

I Screwed Up My Site!

So for now, until I can get the backups to work, all traffic to kdsarge.com redirects to my blog. Where I can at least tell you that’s what is going on!

Luckily there’s lots of stuff over here, too. Here’s the link to my books page.

Evil Moms Get Spider Children

So I have become the Evil Internet-Limiting Mom.

FYI, this is what happens when you kick a kid off the computer. Or at least, my kid. The child in question whines a bit, complains there’s nothing to do, is threatened with chores if she doesn’t FIND something to do…and stumbles on a ball of yarn.

Sigh.

My First Yoga Class!

Warning for slight mention of girl-parts (I use the word uterus. Some folks can’t handle these cuss words.)

So these past few days, I feel that my life is changing. It’s pretty soon after the last time I felt like this, but I’ve come to welcome the feeling. It generally leads to awesome.

Really I shouldn’t find it surprising.My gynecologist tells me that my uterus was massive, and extremely scarred from the c-section I had to have when my daughter Refused To Exit. Add to that the fact that I’ll...

Should Have Put Him in a Headlock

Warning: not-graphic discussion of women’s parts and problems below. If you can’t handle that, I’m gonna suggest you go somewhere else till you mature a little bit. If you don’t want to read, well, I said it wasn’t graphic, but whatever. It’s a big internet–take care and have a good day!

So. I’m seriously getting to not like my surgeon. As far as I know he did a great job, and he’s known for that. When I was scared before the surgery I spent some time on the internet and found he really knows...