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my fanfiction and my life in fandom
Let me begin with a practical question. I'd like to make my fan fiction available online again. Occasionally I've gotten emails from people asking to see "Gilgamesh," for instance, and I've been so harried I haven't even been able to deal with it, knowing as I do that this will involve digging around on my computer to find the thing (not ( Read more... ) -
a ritual in someone's garage
Do you wonder what's going on in the lives of old friends who don't post much any more? I do ( Read more... ) -
Harry's birthday
It was six years ago today that I drove out to the high desert to fetch home a dog I only knew from his photo online. Six years! I can't quite believe it. I remember how bedraggled and smelly he was, a lump of long white hair with dark eyes peering out. He sat up in the passenger's seat on the long ride home, still subdued at first from the ( Read more... ) -
winter blossoms, rugs, and E.F. Benson
Thanks to everyone who weighed in on the rug! (And on the mystery vegetables.) I meant to get back online sooner, but I seem to only have a few productive hours a day right now, and by the time I get done the things I need to, I sit down at the table to post and find I'm spent. I've been even worse than usual at responding to email, too. I have ( Read more... ) -
the great rug debate
Beware, interior design questions ahead ( Read more... ) -
small domestic pleasures
I finally sent in Phase 2 of this project last night at about 8:30. I've been going so hard and so long on it that I tottered around today like one recovering from an illness. I am in dread that I'll be called any minute to discuss Phase 3, but meanwhile, I float in a sea of small domestic pleasures. Here are a few ( Read more... ) -
and good wishes to all!
I've been working for the last few hours, then came downstairs and saw that the old-fashioned art deco clock on the mantelpiece said seven minutes after midnight, on Christmas Eve morning; and I suddenly felt the magic I used to feel at this time. I took the dogs out for their walk, and there was barely any wind; the world in solemn stillness lay ( Read more... ) -
time has come today
In a couple of hours it will be my birthday. I was born in the early part of the morning, 56 years ago; isn't that amazing? As Methos says, the world was different. Barbarian horsemen galloped across the plains, slaying all who dared dispute their passage. People smoked in theaters. Seriously, they did; the air in public rooms was hazy with ( Read more... ) -
stranded
This was what it was like yesterday ( Read more... ) -
the snow of uncertainty
It's snowing hard here in West Orange, New Jersey. I'm checked out of my hotel and sitting in what they call "the hearth room," my possessions around me, waiting for a car to come pick me up and take me to the airport ( Read more... )