My Mac Air crashed. Again. It happened in May and I had to have it wiped. They are clearing it again as I write.

GAH!

I still don't know what all I lost the first time. Luckily no writing. But there were pictures that are gone forever now. This time I hadn't saved much on the hard drive, except for a very productive day's worth of revising which has ( Read more... )

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This is a questionnaire poem my ten year old wrote.

Father:  granite
Mother: rain
Birthplace: in a canyon of dreams
Date: the future
Schools: the ocean and the forest
Address: out yonder
Profession: watching flowers grow
Religion: clouds
Hobbies: flying among the birds
Identifying Feature: large heart

It is not the first time she's impressed me with her ( Read more... )

Re my icon: is not accurate at this moment, just funneh.

This is a mini break in weekend of once over/revision before sending agent the full.  Getting intense, but I want to get this one right.  Starting to not feel too bad hubby won't be home for father's day and traditional pampering (he's at the US Open, he's in heaven...truly, he sounds giddy ( Read more... )