The Cave Troll was unhappy. When the Cave Troll is unhappy, he does what many of us do–he blames the whole fucking miserable world for his unhappiness. “Mom…you lost my transformer!!!” “That’s right kid. I stole your transformer and lost it. I’m mean that way.” (Because sarcasm goes over well with the pre-school crowd, right?)… Read More

I was in the kitchen, writing, when the Cave Troll came running in all upset–“Mama, mama, SPIDERS. SPIDERS.” I trot into the living room, ready to vanquish an evil dust-bunny or a daddy-longlegs or something, but I can’t see what’s blowing his little mind. “Mate? Mate–do you see spiders?” “Oh yeah–they’re all over there–by your… Read More

For my family, that’s basically what it boils down to: Mom cooks (hamburgers & sausages on the grill) and we get to blow stuff up. And of course, there’s the movie marathon of summer blockbusters–Men in Black, ID4, Die Hard 4–I wish we were better people than that–picnics on the lake, that sort of thing,… Read More

If the picture loads, it’s going to be an example of what happens when your four year old goes scouring the house for something to occupy his time. And then tries to turn his sister into a mouse. Other than that–I spent yesterday being an absolute picture of a banana squash in motion. It wasn’t… Read More

So, are you wondering what else I’ve been doing besides writing? Well, there’s some of this… (That’s the kid sized blanket that Cave Troll decided made him a charity of one:-) A little of this… (And that would be one of the pairs of socks I’m working in–the yarn is Wool Quarters by Mountain Colors–I… Read More

Okay–I’m at the part of Bitter Moon where I’ll be sitting at my keyboard sobbing, someone will ask me if I’m okay and I look up, dazed, and nod, angry that I’ve been pulled away from the thing that ripped my heart out. Don’t ask. I’m not giving away spoilers. But the house is falling… Read More

And seriously–if there’s knitting there, it sounds better than heaven. For one thing, gauging from my few real sins, I think there’s sex in Limbo, and I’m pretty sure there’s chocolate! (Thanks, Donna Lee, for the quiz–you give me the best stuff to snarfle!!!) The Dante’s Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level… Read More

Yesterday was a day of dentist appointments. First, Big T had his first cleaning with a grown-up dentist–this is the guy who’s been my dentist from the time I was an adolescent until now, and who has treated my parents for 25 years too. When I told everybody that “this was Pete’s grandson” there was… Read More

You were all so sweet about my un-boringness–thank you! (I wasn’t fishing for compliments that time–swear!!!) One of the interviews is out, and I thought I’d post it for you–but you are under NO OBLIGATION TO READ IT. (But do give Kenda a hullo–she’s been very sweet, and she, too, is just starting out as… Read More

Me! I’d been waiting on two interview requests–one posed two months ago, and one sent about two weeks ago. Both interviews arrived yesterday. It’s funny–because e-interviews always say, “Don’t worry–take your time–it’s no big deal…” but I always feel like I’ve got a live snake in my e-mail box and I would rather wrangle that… Read More