In light of my “submitting Bitter Moon” triumph, and the incredible avalanche of crap that I have waiting on my desk, I decided to be a grown-up, and take a break from my pipe-dream for a week and a half. i.e. NO WRITING. Bitter Moon II is officially on hiatus. No writing on it. No… Read More

I may or may not have said this before, but when Big T was born, he was blue. I’d heard about babies coming out blue, but until I saw that terrible slate-skipper blue mottling his perfectly fat baby limbs and torso, I never knew the truth of it, and I never knew what fear was…. Read More

It’s official. I’m overwhelmed. I looked at my last post, chuckled a little, and then realized–it’s not funny. With the exception of the knitting, I still have to do ALL OF THAT in the next seventeen days. And really, who wants to skimp on the knitting? The good news is, the book is READY for… Read More

Thank you all, I’m feeling a little less cranky and a lot more human, now that I actually devoted some time to knitting and finished the first three sections of the third edit. In fact, I’m feeling like I can actually plan for the next 3 1/2 weeks without losing my mind…shall I run some… Read More

Amy Lane is interupting her usual moment of blogging, editing, and surfing the net randomly in order to stay awake to hover in her knitting corner, snarling rabidly at any unhappy family member who attempts to get near her, talk to her, or otherwise glom onto her otherwise overtaxed personal space. She will resume her… Read More

Okay–I just tried to load a hella precious photo of our Lady of Bug, preening over her little Cindy-Lou Who palm trees in her hair, and I couldn’t do it. But the story is also hella precious–I can give you that instead: Little Cindy Lou Palm Tree got groomed by Chicken on Thanksgiving morning, and… Read More

First of all–thank you all. Periodically I melt into a big nasty scum puddle of pity, and you all never fail to wade through me and remind me that my spine is intact and I will walk again. Words are small things to the enormity of my gratitude–thank you. I got some sleep this weekend–I’ve… Read More

Remember that Simon and Garfunkle song, “The Boxer”? “In the corner stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him ’til he cried out, in his anger and his shameI am leaving Iam leaving but the fighter still remains…” Some… Read More

Ten random things about me that you will probably wish I’d kept to myself… 1. I almost graduated from college with a masters degree instead of a BA because, although I had 20 units more than I needed to graduate, I had too many units in English. They had to re-name a graduate English course… Read More

I wanted to do something big and nutty for my 300th post–you know, a contest or some sort of deeply introspective and brilliantly pondering work that would make the bells of humanity tone foreverandevermore amen. But really? I’m not in that sort of mood. About the only thing I have to report is that I’m… Read More