Happy Valentine's Day to me, from SK. Contrary to rumors started by my new reading glasses stand, I am still here. I started the new job this week on Wednesday, which turned out to be a massively positive move. I was stressed about the change (because even good change is stressful and requires rejiggering of… Continue reading Not a Master Task Juggler
Tag: What the HELL
Probably NOT the Teeth You’re Looking For?
Well, the publishing process already threw me a slight curve ball: they asked for a picture. I hates having my picture taken, precious. I hates it more than Gollum hates Hobbitses. Ok maybe the hate is comparable. Anyway. Thanks to Amore Photography, who also did our engagement and wedding pictures in the last couple of… Continue reading Probably NOT the Teeth You’re Looking For?
Today My Freak Flag Flies
So, I follow an extremely generous blog that posts monthly collations of writing markets, contests, agents, and other programs looking for submissions. January’s list of writing contests begins with a long form poem about defenestration*. Defenestration, if you don’t know, is the act of throwing someone out a window. My first thought (which I voiced)… Continue reading Today My Freak Flag Flies
Random Changes…and How fAngus Tried to Live in the Walls.
It's a slow process, making changes in the house I moved into so I feel like it's more "ours" and less "I moved into someone else's home," especially when the horde grew up here and change often causes... feelings. I also am terrible at finishing things, which is relevant to this story. So, a few… Continue reading Random Changes…and How fAngus Tried to Live in the Walls.
The 1935 Marriage Project: Episode 3, Girl Bits
I'm a tad delayed for chapter three's revelations, because we had an unexpected road trip on top of two Horde major school activities ending this week, which required coordination of drop off/pick up across multiple schools for multiple hours in an evening during our days. I don't know why I didn't expect so much of… Continue reading The 1935 Marriage Project: Episode 3, Girl Bits
That Time in The Farm’s Horror Movie Basement
SK and I went to stay at the farm house not long ago, because we had a funeral in the area. It was a sad reason to visit, but I hadn't been up to that house for a while. It's a small farmhouse on five acres in northern Wisconsin, on the other side of Lake… Continue reading That Time in The Farm’s Horror Movie Basement
The 1935 Marriage Manual Project: Episode 1
Forgive me if I'm not up front with all the details, but my quite lovely and wonderful new mother in law passed away. SK, as the oldest son, is responsible for a lot of the will executing, although all four of the siblings are actively working through the detailed tasks required for survivors after a… Continue reading The 1935 Marriage Manual Project: Episode 1
13 things to do when you find a dead body on your deck at 8:30am.
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.
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
Minerva v Wobbly Teenage Bandits
This morning I woke up to Minerva losing her f-ing mind. She barks a lot in the mornings anyway: we have deer regularly wandering through our yard and she is always on HIGH ALERT, certain the deer are plotting an invasion. But when her bark changed from "HEY! HEY! HEY! YOU THERE! HEY! THIS IS… Continue reading Minerva v Wobbly Teenage Bandits
No Pithy Phrase 