Indy and I went on a Pokewalk this evening. Won the local gym back (at great cost, half our Pokemon fainted!). We’re *terrible* at Pokebattles but Indy seems to be learning to embrace the “we’re doing it for fun not for winning” thing, which is great. and OH OH OH DO YOU KNOW WHY #POKEMON’s MAGIKARP IS SO HARD TO EVOLVE THERE’S AN AWESOME REASON! turns out there’s a Japanese legend abt a fish determined to climb a massive waterfall. keeps trying, keeps trying, keeps trying. all the other fish…
I’m suffering from that start-of-school-year feeling that I should run out and Improve Myself! Study Spanish! Learn sign language! Take a photography class! Do yoga! Take an art class! Start swimming! Get an anthropology degree! Find voice classes! me: instead of trying ALL THE THINGS i should, idk, do one and actually stick with it? my brain: WHAT A TERRIBLE IDEA brain: you’re not being creative enuf me: i’ve pubished 2 books & started a new pseudonym this year brain: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR ME LATELY seriously, my brain…
I have, through no particular effort of my own, lost somewhere between 20-25 pounds in the past year. Mostly it’s just that I’ve been eating less. Not well, certainly, just less. Not exercising more, either. Just eating less. Basically for the first time in my life I’ve been stress not-eating instead of stress eating. Anyway, so I’ve lost a fair amount of weight, and my bras have not been fitting well at all. So a week or two ago I bought new bras, and people suddenly started saying, “Wow, you’ve…
I’d told everybody I didn’t want to run a Kickstarter for the ATLANTIS FALLEN print edition until I at *least* had REDEEMER off to the editor, to whom it went a couple of weeks ago. Then it turned out that both my cover artist and book designer were free to turn a project around quickly, so I have launched a SUDDEN ATTACK KICKSTARTER!!! It’s a super low-key Kickstarter by my standards: it’s got one simple goal, which is financing the ATLANTIS FALLEN print edition. Why Kickstarter? Because I’ve found out…
Yesterday was actually Deirdre’s birthday, so we had a party for her. I’d just arrived in Dublin when Ted got a call saying our wretched escape artist dog was loose, which seemed goddamned impossible because he’d been IN THE HOUSE but no, no, he was loose, he’d figured out how to open the back door ane made his escape, so I had to come tearing back from Dublin to get him and bring him home and lock him in more thoroughly and then go rushing back in to Dublin. I…