It's kind of disturbing just how fun a game that involves infecting and killing the entire world can be. But there's something so diabolically enjoyable about it, cackling as entire countries fall. It took me a few tries, but I finally wiped out the entire planet. Except Madagascar. But I hear it's pretty much impossible to get Madagascar, so I ( Read more... )

I became an aunt for the sixth time at about seven o'clock this morning. Our fifth girl, I feel for my poor, lone nephew. But as I told him, I survived growing up with two brothers, you can survive two sisters and three girl cousins. And you'll come away from it with a great understanding of the other side ( Read more... )

Nine days until my birthday. Two until the big my birthday/sis-in-law birthday/Mother's Day party and what do I do? Mess up my ribs. Again ( Read more... )

So, it's one thing to realize that after having been sucked into my own novel and made into a character (long story, part of the plot, it's a weird book this time, even more than usual) I've entered into what amounts to an emotionally abusive relationship with my villain ( Read more... )

Ya know, there's something really satisfying about making my mom so excited just because I was able to use a CreateSpace coupon to make a copy of her favorite of the books I've written. I just confirmed the order now, and she can't hardly wait for it to arrive ( Read more... )

You're choosing a new ringtone, and it comes down to the Jeopardy think music, or the theme from Superman. And that only because the one they had for Batman sounded awful.

I went with Superman, in case anyone's interested. I love that theme. And no, I so didn't play it and zoom around the house pretending I was flying. Shut up. You have no

I now have a new record in literary agent rejection times: five minutes. Bloody hell, people. Can't you even try to pretend you actually read it?

I just...what...how...I don't even...what? Seriously, what ( Read more... )

Why do dress shoes always have to be so damned uncomfortable? I mean, even just looking at my options here, I know my poor messed-up feet will not be happy. And also, why do the majority have to have those skinny little stiletto heels, which no one with my kind of co-ordination (or lack thereof) can be expected to walk in, much less wear for ( Read more... )

Man, there's nothing like going through old family photos. It's enabled me to see just what an awkward creature I used to be (and, let's face it, still am). Don't get me wrong, I was a cute kid. Downright adorable there for a while, blonde curls and dimples and such. At the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, my parents were told on multiple ( Read more... )