I know I haven't posted here as often as I should have.  I've been posting my writing stuff over at brandyhuntebooks.wordpress.com, what little there has been.  Freesia goes back to school on Monday, so I've been going back on my cocktail so I can actually get around to accomplishing something aside from watching television under the air ( Read more... )

I can't tell you how long it has been since I've been to a lake, let alone how long it has been since I've been swimming.  It must at least have been since before Freesia was born.  We were in the water for just over an hour.  Everytime I think that, I geek out a little bit.  I swam, walked, carried my daughter on my back and knelt in the water for ( Read more... )

So, Aimee has come and gone.  And I miss her very much.  She was like a bright ray of sunshiny goodness.  I wish she and Alex had been here  the same time, but we would have been bursting at the seams.

That is all.

My very good friend Alex has just spent four days in my house.  She has been gone less than an hour, and I miss her already.  I think we had a nice time, despite some health problems she had while she was here.  It was nice to meet her husband, Carl and get to know him as well.

I miss her a lot. 

I love getting critiques.  Believe it or not, I really like getting feed back especially if it constructive.  Even if it seems like they read something completely different from what I wrote, I usually get something out of it, like "Next time make sense so everyone understands the point."

I got a critque today I don't understand.  I don't get how it ( Read more... )

Yes, weirdness.  The night feels weird.  I think I heard coyotes earlier, and I definitely heard a siren a couple of hours ago.  My sleep schedule is all messed up again, so I'm sitting here watching hulu.com like it's my job all wired because I can't sleep ( Read more... )

So I've decided that this blog has gotten bogged down in my writing minutiae.  This blog was supposed to be a place for me to deal with how weird I am and other life stuff.  Lately, it has gotten to be all about writing, but not in a good way, more in a housekeeping, file clerk way.

So I've decided that this livejournal is going to undergo a change ( Read more... )

There is a place on our farm that you can stand and see everything we have.

Cows, hay barn, trees, pastures, and fields of clover and wheat just rising up, and the stumps from the last go round with the loggers.
Right now, our hopes for the year rest with a bumper crop to set off a seed cleaning season in June, but the burn bans are already up.
Being ( Read more... )

Crap in general is a strange phrase, and one that must eventually find a home in some book or short story I write.  That being said, I have very ambivalent feelings about Mother's Day.  It's nice to get something from my daughter, and I will do my best to remember to call my mother first thing tomorrow ( Read more... )