I'm sorry that I have been so absent lately. I blame brain fog, not busyness - a peculiar state of chronic drifting detachment, a kind of phasing in and out of both will and energy. Summertime breeze between the brain cells, perhaps. Blue sky above - no ceiling, little structure. I waft around, working in spurts on a story that sometimes engages me ( Read more... )

So... I went to see the Clone Wars movie. Originally there was a wonderful plan afoot to jump to Seattle to see it with animuse a week before it officially opened (she got tickets, clever thing! And it's always best to share these things with one's comrades in arms), but when that adventure fell through, I began to quail. Especially when the hate ( Read more... )

Things are going well. The Boy is behaving himself and I'm writing. Plus, I'm having fun watching the Olympics this week.

So when things are going well, what's there to do but a Meme-ish post? Only this time I've invented my own game.

Here's what my desk looked like this morning. It's actually unreasonably clear and tidy-ish. That's probably why I ( Read more... )

… and then it returns ...

In our case, it’s more like an inundation.

The Boy is back. (As in the old Simpson’s episode where Homer trips on a skateboard and crashes catastrophically down the stairs. With his last, painful breath, he shakes his fist at the universe and gasps, “Bring… me… THE BOY!!!!”)

Yes, after long months of a downward financial ( Read more... )

.... and it will follow ....


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So I woke up yesterday to a surprise present on my might table: pastel freshwater pearls.


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I don't understand the nature of time - or my perception of it, anyway. While I was traveling, every moment seemed clear, discrete, vivid. I was wide awake. Few things got by me.

Since returning home, and especially since I got my luggage back intact (they'd called 
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My trip is over, but the adventure hasn't ended. Here's yet another thing I've learned: if you're flying standby, never EVER do it with a suitcase that needs to be checked.

'Cause they won't know where to send it.

And no matter how it's tagged, it won't get scanned.

And if it isn't scanned, it's not in the system.

* poof *

After an afternoon of ( Read more... )