Okay, so those of us who either currently ride the bus on a regular basis or used to do so is intimately familiar with the concept of Creepy Stalker Guy/Girl.  It can be of either sex; it's the person who looks upon the morning commute as not only their opportunity to get out and see real, live people, but to try to put the moves on them as well.  ( Read more... )

Final word count: 89,846.

I did it.  I finished Crossroads about two weeks before Lady Jade and I got married, so I have been living with this novel for a very, very long time.  It's enormously freeing to know that, barring any huge facelifts or gaping wounds that will need to be patched with Shoo Goo and sawdust, this should pretty much be the last ( Read more... )

Right now I'm at home waiting for the washer reparman to show up.  Homeowner's insurance is a lovely, lovely thing; it's better than an apartment's maintinence van, and although there is of course extra cost involved, the customer service is so much better.

So while I'm waiting, I'll tell you about the violent end to the high-speed chase I ( Read more... )

So, here I sit at home clad in boxers, slippers and a robe, typing merrily away on the old LJ.  It feels good.  In fact, it feels damned good.  I know there's a ton of things around the house that I need to do--and I'll get to them in short enough order--but for the moment, this cup and coffee and I have a date with the keyboard.

With that in mind ( Read more... )

I'm going to be hitting the hay in about an hour or so; I have signups to do tonight at the bus company which means getting to bed much later than usual, and I'd just as soon not be rocking and rolling on my feet tomorrow morning when I wake up at 4:55 AM.  Getting some rest this morning/afternoon will be essential to maintaining my normal Zen.

It ( Read more... )