My nanowrimo is not going well, to say the least.  I've been distracted by a disaster of a house and an illness which has lingered for the last two weeks.  I have only gotten 4,000 words or so done, not boding well for the odds of me completing this year.  Oh well.  I will keep writing, obviously; however, unless I manage to get some motivation, ( Read more... )

I have an interview on Friday with a computer company in a town about 40 min north of here.  The position is for digital media assistant.  It would be a total departure from teaching, and I'm totally stoked.  It's not as much money as teaching, but the luxury of having a job that I didn't loathe would be a terrific compensation ( Read more... )

While not great for the wallet, under employment has been terrific for my artistic endeavors. Here's a sampling...


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The temperature is finally starting to drop. I am constantly bemused how temperatures that feel balmy in the spring are downright chilly in the fall. I logically understand why, but I still find it entertaining to contemplate ( Read more... )

It's like slogging through molasses now.  I have 46,000 words with my target being between 55 and 65,000.  And I hate my characters.  No seriously.  I can't stand them anymore.  How do you fall back in love with characters that you're sick to death of?  Stephen King was so right when he said that the first draft shouldn't take longer than a season ( Read more... )

As of this morning, the turkey who flew the coop to make a nest under the neighbors' hydrangea bush has sucessful hatched out some poults.  Now for the tricky part: getting them all back into my yard.

I had a crummy night last night.  The stupid dogs barked at everything and nothing, waking up the boy several times in the night.  Then, Twain, because he's back to his pain in the ass self, got up on the dining room table and tipped it over.  I am blessed that the computer stayed on it, but a glass broke and then the stupid dog that he is tried to ( Read more... )

So I get home last night to what looks like blood in different places on the floor. I'm thinking blood vomit from Twain, the male beagle.  I manage to get him to drink some water, but he's dispondent this morning.  I take him to the vet and they determine that it's gastroenteritis and he should recover.  Which is to the good, of course.  But I'm ( Read more... )

Some of you have asked what you could do for my mom's house burning down. I know it doesn't directly help my mom, but a contribution to the Delaware SPCAin the honor of the dogs she lost to the fire would do more for her than anything else. The donation website makes it possible to donate in an honorarium for the pets and would send my mom a ( Read more... )

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