On my way upstairs for the night (or, "up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire," as the Brits would have it) and I spot a small piece of landscape bark on the landing. I nudge it with my foot and realize my first impression was erroneous: it's too rounded to be bark, it's too dense, and I live with kobolds ( Read more... )

It's the only explanation I can come up with. There are gnomes outside my window. And on my roof. I can hear them scrabbling around out there right now. It has to be gnomes. What else could get a Kobold as pissed off as Maimer is right now? Well, not right now. At the moment she's too sound asleep to hear them. But usually when the things ( Read more... )

I wake up this morning, stumble into the bathroom, peer in the mirror and see a black hair on my upper lip.

NOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOT A MISSTACHE!!!! I CAN'T HAVE A MISSTACHE!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - OOOOOOO...

I brush at it. Oh. It's just Maimer's.

At least my room is still safe. Peebag has declared war on the living room, the family room and now the dining room has joined the ranks of victims. I went in there for a teabag a little bit ago and soon found myself wandering the room, a packet of English Breakfast in my hand, playing hot-and-cold with an elusive pee smell. Sure enough, Mom's ( Read more... )

Sorry, that was corny. But appropriate for my current state of clumsiness. And I do have a story ( Read more... )

Rethinking my music choice the other day... "O Fortuna" probably would have been more appropriate for that medieval St. George combat, but I was in the mood for a more intimate, mob-hit kind of tone. Young, innocent Maimer peers through the stair railing at my slow-motion struggle in the coils of the gray accordeon hose, à la Laocoon, to the ( Read more... )

Ah, just finished vacuuming the carpet. Not very satisfying when you realize after all that work it's still just the same eight-year-old crap carpet that Peebag has had her way with. But it does look better ( Read more... )

It's where Finley likes to sit. And poop, unfortunately. But I haven't showered yet, so it's all good. I'm about to get busy here, really. In just moments, I will transform into a white tornado and clean this bear pit of a house. Sadly, the Sphinx is not a tidy mammal. There's even little chunks of candy cane littering the floor, thanks to ( Read more... )

I'm making like a freakin' Pollyanna and playing the Glad Game. I am glad that at least now I can quit checking the mailbox every day. It was really getting irritating, especially in the rain ( Read more... )

Got my second rejection slip today. Second in my life, first for fiction (other one was for poetry ( Read more... )