Stare at the mangled ball of meat, bone, possible intestine, and fur for a potentially unreasonable span of time. Turn on your barefoot heel and go back in the house. Grumble absently about how there isn't enough coffee in the world for this bullshit as you prepare your first cup. Ignore said body as much… Continue reading 13 things to do when you find a dead body on your deck at 8:30am.
Tag: I’m a lucky sucker
Happy National Dog Day from Minerva and Ragnar
Shhhhh...just trying them on for size. https://videopress.com/v/sLYp1h7u?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Singing for her Chobani container. Or the music. Or because she's a weirdo.
Sabbatical Update: 1/3 In
I suppose it's actually 1/3 and some change, since my last day of work was March 10th. Ah well, summer has been busy and time seems to be inconsistently flowing lately: some days are gone in a sip of Starbucks, some run in long and lazy hammock time. Not sure which I prefer. I'm querying… Continue reading Sabbatical Update: 1/3 In
Concert in the Key of Minerva
This isn't a real post, just a quick update because I'm in the middle of editing the first 25 pages (and, separately, the first 2 chapters) of the cancer book for a book proposal to an agent and a grant application. So I'm in query letter, book proposal component, and application writing/editing hell. Very different… Continue reading Concert in the Key of Minerva
Wait, WHAT Day Is It?
It's June? HOW IS IT JUNE? Ok, progress update on the Banshee novel. I'm at about 50k words, but more importantly I have the remaining chapters plotted and synopsis-ized out. That sounds like I didn't do much, but it means I figured out exactly what happens for the rest of the story, how it ends,… Continue reading Wait, WHAT Day Is It?
Not a Real Post
Spring has finally sprung. All my herb pots are planted. Hummingbirds are back. And Minerva, who spent two days at daycare with Ragnar and 70 other dogs, smells like puppy shampoo and is ever so tired. I can’t move, mom. In 3 days they finished the feeder.
Shhh…don’t say spring, you’ll scare it away.
I love winter. I do. I generally don’t fuss overmuch during the snowstorms we inevitably endure in March, or the below zero temps in February. Winter when you live next to a golf course is blessedly uneventful and almost silent, but for the owls hooting from the abandoned woods between tees. However, we’re a week… Continue reading Shhh…don’t say spring, you’ll scare it away.
Of Drunk Fairies and Banshees
Do you ever get yourself fully into a project and suddenly get a perfect idea for the next one, even though you aren't finished? I rank this phenomenon right up there with the urge to clean the house when homework is due (my room was never cleaner than the night before a paper was due… Continue reading Of Drunk Fairies and Banshees
1, and a fAngus Review
Tomorrow is my last day in corporate work for about a year. That means it's snowing tonight for my commute in the morning (which on the best days takes 45 minutes), because that's how the universe works, right? Best things in life are worth the effort. Next week is spring break: we'll see how far… Continue reading 1, and a fAngus Review
7, And AI Spam is Weird
Because it's still early morning, I have to count today as one of my seven business days remaining before my sabbatical begins. SO. CLOSE. I've finished the first draft of the cancer book for Pagans and am working on putting it in some logical order as well as a first pass of edits before I… Continue reading 7, And AI Spam is Weird
No Pithy Phrase 