Writing is hard. Actually, it’s not so much writing is hard as getting back into writing after what’s effectively although not deliberately been about a month off. I know what I’m doing with the story, I’ve got the beginning scraps of this chapter started, and so far this morning I’ve opened all my files, looked them over, played enough games of solitaire to win, and had breakfast. However, the weather report says it’s supposed to be in the mid-seventies today, it’s beautiful out already, and I must write 3K because…
Batman Begins
Okay, here’s the hurtful truth of the matter. I didn’t even go in with the painful spark of inevitable doom that I had with X-Men, the one that knew it was just going to suck but knowing that I had to see it anyway, and that all my hopes and dreams were going to be crushed like the pathetic bugs they were. It was *worse* than that: I went in not caring. The only reason I went to see it was because Ted really really wanted to, but I mean,…
haiku
my livejournal haiku: betide the fool who crosses her path if there were not invisible steps
off to ireland!
I have just seen my parents off to Ireland. Eee! What an adventure for them! I want to gooooo! EVERYBODY will be in Ireland now! *hops around*! Ted made an unbelievably good going-away dinner last night, too. Sheesh. I mean, sheesh. An appetizer of shrimp-stuffed mushrooms followed by crab legs in butter, and topped off with rockfish au papier on a risotto with string beans. It was *ridiculously* good. Aunt Eileen and Uncle Pete came over, and we all ate until we were stuffed silly, and then had cheesecake for…
Saturday: old friends, family, and BOOKSIGNING!
Saturday morning I was dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh, when^H^H^H Saturday morning I was dashing through the breakfast line when I saw, all unexpectedly, Winifred Halsey, who was the judging editor at the 2002 RMFW conference–the conference that lit a fire under my ass to get this whole writing thing going. I went to that conference to talk to Winifred, because I wanted to talk to an editor about my work, and having placed in the contest (which I knew I would), there was my…