(written december 28) I’m a proper writer today. I’m hunched over my laptop, wearing a new flannel nighty and floppy pants under my new robe, and blue fuzzy socks on my feet. No need to get dressed when you’re a professional writer, that’s what this look says. Do your work in your PJs, that’s what this look is. Carefree and anti-establishment, that’s me. Nevermind that I felt too pathetic to bother getting dressed this morning. Not the point. Of course, if I were really a proper writer I’d probably be…
7 things meme
Robin tagged me for the 7 things meme… 7 things I want to do before I die: 1. write X-Men comics 2. publish at least 50 novels 3. own a black stallion* 4. record an album 5. be in a movie 6. sell some screenplays 7. produce a tv series *Some childhood dreams shouldn’t be given up. :) 7 things I cannot do:* 1. fly 2. father a child 3. shoot concussive beams from my eyes 4. run a 4 minute mile 5. compose a symphony 6. make a perfect…
for some reason…
For some reason, Ted thought this comic was very very very very funny. :) We had a fantastic Christmas here in IRELAND. Ahahhah! Ireland! Christmas! In Ireland! Ahahah! *ahem* :) We all went out to Deirdre and Gavin’s and exchanged an enormous number of gifts. The two real highlights were the toy castle, complete with dragons and knights and orcs and wizards and horses and trebuchets and murder holes and elves and dwarves and portcullises and other good things that Breic got from Uncle Shaun, who was so excited when…
update
*laughs and laughs* It’s a very Ursula Christmas for me this year. Over the last 6 months or so, Ursula’s done several sketches that I just Had To Have: the dragglerabbit, the Arctic party, and the dwarven baker. I had to have the dragglerabbit because he looked just like I feel on a bad writing day, the Arctic party was obviously meant for me, and the story of why I had to have the dwarven baker is here. I waited until I was in Ireland to have her ship them,…
catching up
(written 12/21/05, 9am) My insanely wonderful husband did a load of laundry last night while I was taking a bath, so that I’d have some shirts to wear. I came downstairs this morning, having fallen into bed immediately after my bath, and got very confused because I couldn’t figure out when he could’ve possibly done laundry without waking me up when he came in and out of the CRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAK!ing door. After a few moments, though, I remembered about the bath. :) Anyway, isn’t he wonderful? *beam* Best husband ever. So…