I admit– I’m a rank novice at this whole enterprise, and that’s one of the most enchanting things about it. Our tarot cards have arrived, and I am utterly beguiled. This image is taken from my deck, Fenestra, and the art boggles me– just the fact that what you read into the card is influenced… Read More

* Good news on the picture front–I’ve talked Mate into a small camera, for me, because I’m tired of doing this shit on the blog. *woot* I’d love real pictures of the kids growing up again. (Yes, I know, this means I’m carrying around a phone, an iPod and a camera. That’s not the point…. Read More

But mostly happy, really… * Tonight, we’re going out to dinner. Big T suggested it–he asked, actually. We used to go out all the time, before Things 3 & 4, and since Mate and I were SO impressed with our brain trust (because SERIOUSLY, it’s not like either of us slackers got a 4.0) he… Read More

Okay– tomorrow, I’m going to be on TWO different blogs. I’m going to be on Marie’s blog tomorrow, talking about The Crazy Tree, and I’m going to be on Wave’s talking about Wishing on a Blue Star. I’m also up for awards in a couple of categories over at Love Romance Cafe (voting instructions are… Read More

Goddess, I love these stories. For one thing, they were dragon ridden–I started writing and couldn’t stop. I love it when that happens, even though I’ve had to learn to temper that ride with real things, like housework and feeding the family and going to the bathroom. For another, they represent everything I’ve come to… Read More

Zoomboy is sick–that horrible high fever, crushing head-ache, lay there like a dead fish sort of sick that apparently only bird-boned, intense little boys get, because he’s the only child I’ve had who gets sick like this. Anyway, when Zoomboy is sick, he demands cuddles, and he’s been sick enough to be laying down in… Read More

TELL me you see what I’m talking about! Okay– for the record–I LOVED the cover to Making Promises… I just couldn’t figure out why it looked a little bit familiar. That’s okay though–Hercules and Iolus hit my slash button before I knew I had one. It’s like kismet or something, right?

(Forgive the pirated Michael Parkes Print– I’m a sucker for that faintly sinister blind jester… SO sexual…) Anyway, some things you may want to know. * The endless technicolor yawn has ceased, and Squish is feeling much better. The dog, however, is traumatized. * Big T spent all night typing a paper. At one in… Read More

by the following special report… My four year old threw up on the dog this morning. That sounds really spectacular, but I’ve got to tell you, she had a lot of practice before she made the award winning shot. If anyone needs me? I’m going to be doing laundry or serving as a barcalounger, or… Read More

My seventeen year old son, Big T: “Awkward.” Me: “What?” T: “There was a Facebook poll asking for my favorite female character.” Me: “So?” T: “I misread it. I thought it said favorite character, period!” Me: *snicker* “Who’d ya put?” T: “Data and McCoy.” Me: “zomg… I don’t know if even *I* could slash that!”… Read More