I think that a certain amount of fear is neccesary to get really excited about something.

Like time travel, for example.

I'm pretty sure there's approximately 4 million things I'm supposed to be doing today that I am completely forgetting about. I know that I am supposed to finish writing the book that is taking me way longer to write than I ever would have imagined possible, and I know I'm supposed to feed Meowy + Toby and change their litter and water them and ( Read more... )

I'm writing a book this week. I was planning on being in Portlad right now. Life is weird. Spending time in the garden this morning felt amazing. The library feels sterile and reminds me of sex. Or books. One of the two.

I recently told the orange ping pong ball joke on a teeter totter to a man named Homesless Dave (who is - oddly enough - a homeowner). I also discussed my newest injury + one argument for the assertion that the woman who claims to be my biological mother is not who she says she is. You can read about it here ( Read more... )

I've been outside for the past few hours working at the Ann Arbor Book Festival in the rain. My hands are very cold, so it's a little hard to type. Today is a really shitty day to have an outdoor book festival. The festival itself is kind of weird: I haven't seen any hippies or punks or dogs or weird drugs or loud bands all day, which seems kind of ( Read more... )

does this make me an uncle by default??

'cause i feel more like a little league baseball coach ...

we're back! it feels good

so tired though ...

t\write more soon

Last night I went karaoke-ing at the Blind Pig ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in the basement of Shaman Drum right now (using the only computer in the store without a firewall), waiting for the bus to come, and thinking to myself, "Damn, I wish the people who are at the reception upstairs would leave right now so I can eat delicious leftover wine and cheese and grapes and little things that might be cookies or ( Read more... )

Dear LiveJournal ( Read more... )