Amanda Ching's Blog, page 4
September 20, 2013
More conversations with my 4-year-old
It should be noted for posterity that my kid is 6 now, but some of these just have to be documented.
Her: Last night I dreamed, no no, I WISHED, for a pink horsey. And I could RIDE it.
Me: I couldn’t be prouder if you’d got your period or passed all your OWLS.
Her: So yeah, we could get one.
Me:…they don’t make pink horses.
ALSO:
Her: (looking at the new parking lot) They built a road!
Me: Well, now that the strip mall is done, they need somewhere for people to park their cars.
Her:How did they do th...
September 18, 2013
Conversations with a 4-year-old
Me: (as we drive past the overflowing funeral home) Wow, that’s a big viewing. They must have been very well loved.
Vstroyer: Is it a party?
Me: A little bit. Someone has died, and people are coming to say good bye.
Vstroyer: Oh. Like at my birthday.
Me: Uhm, not precisely. A funeral is sad sometimes, because someone has died.
Vstroyer: Like daddy.
Me: Yes, like daddy.
Vstroyer: Remember on the bus, when you showed me where daddy was? (last week on the bus when we passed the cemetery, I told her tha...
September 17, 2013
PROCRASTINATING
THIS IS NOT THE GREATEST COFFEE IN THE WORLD
THIS IS JUST A TRIBUTE
COULDN’T AFFORD, THE GREATEST COFFEE IN THE WORLD, OH NO
THIS IS A TRIBUTE
September 15, 2013
Amanda and Tianyu: the DVD box set
Oh, well, anyway, this is a serious post, and it’s sad and funny and pretty much about my husband, and if you hate sap and romance and sad, then you shouldn’t click. (It’s long)
I don’t know if you people read my user info, so I just decided to write something about Tianyu, because I am a woman in love, and in some ways that is bad. For me. He doesn’t care. And I don’t tell this shit to my family because…I don’t know. I like to tell this shit at my own pace, and when I’m not in the mood to tal...
July 18, 2013
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear: a smalltown novella (9/9) COMPLETE
Chapters 1-3
Chapters 4-6
Chapters 7-9
Chapters 10-12
Chapters 13-15
Chapters 16-18
Chapters 19-21
Chapters 22-24
25. I’m Sure It’s Sanka
It was one-thirty in the morning when Lacey and Faith rolled into the high school parking lot and made their way into the gym, which had been turned into the warming center, since the power was, well, out for the time being. Lacey was exhausted and a little frazzled. Even though almost no one had seen them do it, she was sure that everyone knew what she’d done. Ever...
July 17, 2013
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear: a smalltown novella (8/9)
Chapters 1-3
Chapters 4-6
Chapters 7-9
Chapters 10-12
Chapters 13-15
Chapters 16-18
Chapters 19-21
22. Say It With Flowers
Lacey dropped Jack off at Joe Manzetti’s and drove with two fingers on the steering wheel all the way to Faith’s. Every time she passed a house with some sort of holiday decoration, she made a note in grease pen on a clipboard next to her on the seat.
Faith was already outside waiting for her, garbed in black from head to toe. She settled into the passenger side and grinned.
“I’m a...
July 16, 2013
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear: a smalltown novella (7/9)
Chapters 1-3
Chapters 4-6
Chapters 7-9
Chapters 10-12
Chapters 13-15
Chapters 16-18
19. Breakfast of Tinhats
Tuola ate cold pork buns from his lunch bag. The microwave was on the fritz, plus, he didn’t like the way the bread dried out as it cooled. Microwaves did that to bread—sure it was all toasty warm for about thirty seconds, and then by the time it was ready to eat, the edges were hard as a rock. Better to eat Yuan’s pork buns cold than ruin them that way.
He’d skipped breakfast, hence the...
July 15, 2013
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear: a smalltown novella (6/9)
Chapters 1-3
Chapters 4-6
Chapters 7-9
Chapters 10-12
Chapters 13-15
16. Requiescecat in pace, Mater
“So I’m trying to figure out what you have told me tonight that isn’t true,” Faith said conversationally. “I was thinking it was the story about the White Russians at the dairy, but now I think it might be the story about your grandpa turning the coffee table into the sled.”
“It was a very ugly coffee table,” Lacey added solemnly. “And very suited to the curves on Dead Man’s Hill.”
Faith tapped the p...
July 12, 2013
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear: a smalltown novella (5/9)
Chapters 1-3
Chapters 4-6
Chapters 7-9
Chapters 10-12
13. Loose Ends
Deputy Zhifu Tuola sat at the small counter in the bakery and watched George Anders take muffins out of the oven. The bakery wasn’t really equipped as an eatery, but George had put in the counter a few years ago, along with a Bunn coffee urn, in the attempt to get people to stay and chat with him for a little while. George was bored easily. The coffee was cheap—twenty-five cents got you a chipped mug full, just enough to cover th...
So, Mat Weller over at Escape Pod asked me to narrate a s...
So, Mat Weller over at Escape Pod asked me to narrate a short story by Merrie Haskell, Zebulon Vance Sings the Alphabet Songs of Love, and so I did. It’s an adorable story, and also I am robot!Ophelia (it was actually written like that in the text, which is awesome). Poor robot!Ophelia.
Please check it out! It’s my first podcast recording like this, and well.
