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Posting
In January, Joe convinced me that I need to start keeping a weblog properly, rather than in the half-arsed way I keep this one. So I sought around for topics, wrote a few posts, put them on blogger--and started getting traffic. Some days, I'm getting in excess of forty hits, which is not much to many, but a lot to me, given that very few of the ( Read more... ) -
winter
It's snowing outside! Whirligig swirls of white brighten my windows; powder-soft flakes lighten stark, skeletal trees ( Read more... ) -
Blooming Tree Press
Blooming Tree Press is a small publisher in Austin, Texas, with offices on the east coast. They've been around for five or six years. They've just ended an open call for submissions; I was asked to complete revisions on a manuscript I sent in during that window. That's a good thing--revisions usually mean an editor quite likes the work--but it's ( Read more... ) -
nervous...
Almost ready to send off to Blooming Tree, now. I'm waiting up, to get comments from one final reader, and then it's off and I'm in publishing limbo for a couple of months ( Read more... ) -
procrastinating...
Tonight's my last class at the CCAE, and Cheryl and Allan's last night in town. Although I've enjoyed the classes and having Cheryl and Allan around, I'm looking forward to some quiet, winding down time, followed by a couple of days to focus on my revisions ( Read more... ) -
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It's been an all right fortnight. I'm taking classes at the Cambridge Centre for Adult Education--it's amazing how much time they take up. There's the class itself, producing something for the class, panicking over said something...still, it's enjoyable, and I appear to be making friends. For once, I am neither the youngest nor the only married ( Read more... ) -
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I'm not very good at this online journalling thing, as evidenced by the fact that my last post was just over a year ago. But I am going to try again, and hereby commit to posting once a week. Once a week, at least, I may actually have something to say. And so ( Read more... ) -
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Mookie is asleep right now. She sleeps a lot these days; it's a combination of exhaustion and pain-killers. The other ferrets leave her alone, for the most part. Except for Beta ( Read more... ) -
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taghairn: v. Scottish.
1. To prophesy behind a waterfall while wrapped in a new-slain bullock's skin.
2. To prophesy from, in, an unusual wild environment while wrapped in a new-slain bullock's skin.
”Last evening-tide
Brian an augury hath tried,
Of that dread kind which must not he,
Unless in dread extremity,
The Taghairn called; by which, afar ( Read more... ) -
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I have wild blackberries in my bag ( Read more... )