Memories are all we really have. They connect us to the people we love, and to the places we cherish long after the bulldozers have come and gone. They're sensual - memories; a smell or a sound can bring a waterfall of thoughts splashing down. Memories remind us of the good times, the bad times, and the times we dare only tell those that can keep a ( Read more... )

I really need to update this thing more. People are going to start sending their condolences to me soon on the untimely death of my LJ...

So times they are a-changin' in my world. Mike's moved in and we have a puppy - an adorable three month old Boston Terrier named Bruno. ( Pictures hereAnd as of a couple of weeks ago, I interviewed and received ( Read more... )

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I used to measure life in Joss Whedon-isms...more specifically, seasons of Buffy. Each season has a particular theme...a certain feel to it that relates to growing up, to becoming an adult, and dealing with life in the real world. Sometime over the last few years though, I stopped relating to it. In fact, until it began airing again on Logo ( Read more... )

Word Count: 35,525It's been an interesting couple of days. Some highlights ( Read more... )

Word Count: 12,139

I finally began fleshing out the plot of Somniverse today and this evening as I reached and passed the 10k word mark. The book has begun taking on a darker tone than I'd originally imagined. This isn't a bad thing - just an interesting development ( Read more... )

A wise and busty idol of mine once said, "Time marches on, and sooner or later, you realize it’s marchin’ across your face." For those who have no clue, that's Dolly from Steel Magnolias - a movie that turned 20 this year. (I know, can it really be *that* old?) I bring up her words based on my recent experiences and how I've become such a different ( Read more... )

I suppose I should post something given my lack of anything substantive for most of December. I blame November - it nearly killed me between struggling through a horrible narrative along side the two times my body revolted against me in a most vile manner. That aside, I guess it's time I start getting back into the groove of writing more often. It' ( Read more... )

These are not times for the weak of heart...Somehow the change of seasons - right here and now - seems appropriate. The transition from one state to another, the changes associated with the end of one thing and the beginning of something new...they all have meaning to me. And it's no coincidence that while I love summer for it's temporary and ( Read more... )