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1. I’m done with the galley’s proofing. I managed to correct 39 instances of the word ‘snow-cat’ that was hyphenated when it shouldn’t have been, un-capitalize ‘gift’ unless it was at the beginning of a sentence, and thoroughly convince myself that I suck as a writer and should never be allowed to put thought on… Read More

I cruised the Harlot’s post on 34 wee tiny leaves last night as I was proofing galleys, and wrote a response that’s at least two blocks past Goofy with a right on Weird: My manuscript sucksMy manuscript bitesIt’s not what I want To be reading tonightBut I have to proof itAnd change where I goofed… Read More

Okay–this is a polite way of saying “AUGH! I’m too busy reading my own book to write a proper blog!” The good news is, Mate is going to throw the cover picture up on the web site. (Rocks. Rocks out loud.) And I’m going to read my own book and wonder why anybody else would… Read More

First of all, I have done very little today. I had plans…visit my aunt-in-law’s sick mother, do some laundry, write another ten pages, but I woke up with the mother of all headaches, its gotten vaguely better since I woke up but mostly, all I’ve wanted to do has been check the amazon forums (Amy… Read More

So the picture is the ‘Cindy Lou Palm Trees’ picture from a few months back, and other than that… I feel some more letters to imaginary people coming on… Dear Weight Watchers, I don’t mean to criticize, but you people need to stop being so nice to me. I was gone for over four months… Read More

I didn’t used to be such a pussy about the weather. Some of you may remember the post about the swimming lamas…yeah–that was me. Braving the elements, forging stoically through Mother Nature’s mayhem undeterred by little things like downed trees, swimming picnic tables and the possibility of ending up on the evening news as the… Read More

Hmmm… *I did not become a size 12 overnight–in case anyone thought that was a possibility. For the record, I was, once, when my hipbones stuck through my jeans and I got to know my food coming and going. If I was a size 8 at this stage in my life, I’d be able to… Read More

Ladybug has figured out how to climb out of the crib. For the uninitiated into BedTime Wars, this is a BAD THING. She is in her little crib right now, screaming “Out there…get out there…” Except her face is red and her voice is hoarse from shrieking and it’s not nearly as cute as it… Read More

Well, the wedding was beautiful yesterday–I’m not exactly a church person, but they had this lovely side-by-side interweaving of Sonnet 116 and that verse from Corinthians that EVERYONE reads during a wedding (Faith, Hope, and Love, but the greatest of these is love…ringing bells?) and it was something only an English Major/minister’s daughter & son… Read More