I stayed up too late last night to watch Cory Booker smash that old racist bastard’s filibuster record into dust, and it was fully worth it. As soon as I woke up this morning, I picked up my phone to see how long he’d held the floor in the end, and the first thing I saw was “Pour one out for Madmartigan, lads.” So between Cory Booker, Val Kilmer, & a lack of sleep, I’m pretty emotionally compromised this morning (which, phrased like that, sounds like it’s much more scandalous than…
On the admin front, I’m doing something that my EXTREMELY GOOD AT MARKETING friend Elva Birch (author of a number of paranormal romances far exceeding mine, a bunch of which I’ve edited) has been telling me to do for…a very long time…and which I am finally, for reasons I cannot explain, actually managing to get done now. Actually, the reasons are probably “because I finally broke down and got that Bookfunnel account, and now I have the tools to do all the things she told me to.” Anyway, she’s been telling…
I have spent way too much time this year doing admin. Like probably a full month, possibly six weeks, of work time has been spent on admin, not including the Great Dropbox Disaster of 2025 or the week+ I did of it in late 2024. SO MUCH admin. A lot of it has been “once this is done, Future Catie’s life will be MUCH EASIER,” and at this point, all of that admin is in fact done. That stuff was stuff I could not hand off to my husband, but,…
Holy mother of frogs am I tired. I got up at about 5am to do an arguably insane thing I do every once in a while, which is travel half the length of the country (literally: it’s 250km to drive there, and from the northern tip of the Republic to the southern tip, it’s about a 550km drive, BUT because the train is not direct, it’s probably more like 300km of travel one way) to visit my very excellent PT. It’s expensive and time consuming and it’s possible that each of…
I have a lot of left over egg whites after making lemon curd last week and in my kind of never-ending quest to find things to do with them, I made these actually quite intensely chocolately meringue cookies. I tried one, thought it was pretty good, offered one to Dad, he thought it was good, so I went to Indy and said, “My son, the moment has come when I must call upon you to perform one of the sacred duties of childhood.” Indy: ::groans loudly:: Me, handing him a cookie:…