Zilli valiently defends us from a neighborhood interloper: Moments later, both cats are at the window, certain they can take ‘im if only I’d let them out: :)
Author: mizkit
OH THANK GOD I CAN TALK NOW–sort of.
The Dresden Files are going to be a comic book! Except that’s not even the REALLY COOL PART as far as I’m concerned, and while the REALLY COOL PART is contracted and all, Jim hasn’t quite released it yet, so AUGH STILL CANNOT TELL YOU THE MINDBLOWINGLYGOODNEWSFORAFRIEND! *dies in a pit* (But how cool is that for Jim? OMG. Dresden comic. OMG. SQUEE!)
it’s okay to not be a writer
A friend of mine–a guy who *can* write, in that he can put words and stories together in an interesting and compelling fashion–just came to a revelation: He’s not a writer. He knows a lot of writers, by which I mean people who are successfully pursuing writing as a professional career. I think it’s easy, particularly if you have any kind of talent or impulse at all for putting words down on paper, to watch friends who are doing this and think, “I could do that. I *should* be doing…
yum.
The only thing better than stew: leftover stew, which has had a day to steep and blend and become that much more delicious. Ooh, you say longingly, how could such a meal be improved upon? Well, say I, take home-made biscuits drowned in butter and add Wexford honey so rich it’s nearly fermented, and enjoy. Aaah, you say enviously, now there’s a meal to be happy with. My agency, DMLA, has started a new web-presence thing in which they’ll be posting monthly ideas and suggestions and, uh, stuff. Check it…
family peektures
Me fadder sent along these peektures, one of ourselves in Cork, and a couple of Seirid being a charming handsome fellow in his Fine New Cap: