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While I Was Out

This is an ocelot. Apparently. When I said we had them living in our hair, I was picturing a type of weasel. I chose Ocelots because the weasel is an inherently amusing animal---even the WORD Weasel is an inherently amusing word. But no, ocelots are a darling thing you get when a house cat has sex with a big-eyed anime cuteness deity. ADORABLE! I WISH I had one in my hair.

I am not DEAD. Let’s be clear—NO ONE is dead. I am just crazy with pounds of WRITERY GOINGS ON.

I haven’t been blogging...

The Third Piece of Unsolicited Advice Drops

This is not actually MY advice. It was originally posted ALL OVER my son’s high school. He stole one sign and brought it home to post on our refrigerator, lest he forget.

SERIOUSLY??? Yes, seriously.

Wall licking was a apparently a thing.

Don’t do it, ya’ll. That way lies wall-induced ebola and, should the wallpaper be of a lemon-y hue, you could end up with a serious mental illness.

My favorite part of the sign is where the tone gets all shirty and affronted and oddly British…This practice mus...

Three Pieces of Advice You Did Not Ask For, On Topics You Were Not Actually Considering

ADVICE NUMBER ONE: You should read Richard Russo on the toilet.

No, but, you really should. I was recently found by an old and very very very odd college acquaintance on the Facebook (OH! INTERNET! WHAT DID WE DO BEFORE YOU???), and when I asked him what he was up to these days, that was his answer.

“I am reading Richard Russo on the toilet.”

Well, there was more to it than that, because as you can imagine I questioned him about this …phenomenon (or should I call it a Lifestyle Decision?) quite...

In Which Velociraptors Chase Me Down Memory Lane

The last time I saw Jurassic Park, I was living in Oak Park Illinois, just outside of Chicago. Scott and I were SO freaking poor, I can’t even tell you. Scott had just completed seven years of higher education… in THEATRE. We were both just ecstatic he had a job.

It was a lower-than-entry level position, but it was a foot in the door in an industry that was related to his first love, Stage Management. His salary paid our rent and our electricity and that was about it. But it gave us HEALTH I...

November 19, 2013

So. Excited. SO. EXCITED. November 19. Do you like it? That cardinal’s name is William Ashe, and HE. LIKES. YOU.

Three True Things

1) My new life motto is green and to the left. I am doing it right now. YOU SHOULD DO THIS MOTTO. It is delicious.

2) Because you, Oh Best of All Possible Beloveds, are beautiful, I got SO MANY OFFERS TO BE MY NEW BEST FRIEND. Fully thirty human beings offered via comments and emails and the Tweeters to let me come over and watch Game of Thrones at your house.

Most of you were perfectly safe in applying because you could be all, “Of course, I live in Alaska and I raise wolves specifically trai...

Sequel, Part Two (HA! SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)

Here is a true thing about Pink Socks. It takes me a long time, but I DO believe I am getting better about matching up the pairs, here into FTK’s old age.

SO before I left for Virginia, I was telling you about how I was writing a FOR TRUE sequel for the first time. But not EXACTLY.

HEY! If you have no idea what I am mattering about, you need to hark back to a blog entry that SHOULD HAVE been named Sequel, Part One. It contains all my reasons for not sequel-ing, ever: CLICK HERE .

After that...

Here There Be Dragons

I need a new best friend. VERY badly. Are you her? I am going to write a personal ad about it.

Desperately Seeking My New Best Friend. MNBF should be female, live in the greater Atlanta area (Decatur preferred). MNBF has HBO and a strong desire to invite me over once a week to watch Game of Thrones Season 3 with no men in the room because, face it, brilliant and wildly entertaining as it is, that show is borderline pR0n and I can’t sit in a room containing both other people’s husbands and THA...

Uncle Toilet’s Bathing Pod for Underprivileged Filth-Encrusted Right Triangles

This Shower is Inexplicable

I am on writing retreat in a VERY darling bungalow in Virginia with Mad Genius Lydia Netzer, and we wish you were here, assuming you are a homeless triangle in need of a thorough cleaning.

Because if you are, we can plug you directly into the shower as if it were a socket and you were the right-triangle-shaped-prong that goes in there. To be rinsed.

If you are shaped more like a tuba, or a pony, or a box of rock salt, or a Lady Novelist, you won’t go in the shower v...

Nothing Bad Has Happened

Assume no assumes. I am just Crazy Busy in the Face, trying to get out of town for a week.

As a place holder, and so you know it is all well, I am putting up and OLD post I love, that I had forgotten, that is true and dear. In it, Beautiful Maisy Who Is Barely Two is…barely two. This month? The baby below turns ELEVEN…

I’ll catch you up on the sequelization of America once I am safely in Virginia (I will be at the VA Book Fest Nets weekend, and writingwritingwriting holed up with The Mad Geniu...