When I woke up this morning it was 35F and fucking snowing. I have always hated snow and cold with a passion. The arthritis & JHS have only broadened and deepened that hate. Yes it didn't stick and had quit by noon. Though I'm pretty sure it never got out of the 30s. I nearly cancelled the day ( Read more... )

Most of the bone I have seen in my life was not white unless bleached. It's been yellowish or brownish or even pinkish, but not actually white. It jerks me out of the story every time. Also, white as bone or bone white has become a complete cliche. Can't you find some new, slightly creepy, simile to set your tone?

Thank You.

Early tomorrow morning (Seattle time) is the vernal equinox. So I can put away my lights for 6 months ( Read more... )

Honest to Roscoe, I'd give 10 (ten) points off my IQ to have normal brain chemistry.

Maybe more.

Dear Authors (and others)

You do not hone in on something. You HOME in on it. Hone is what you do to knives to make them sharper. It does not require the use of "in". Thank you.

This issue brought to you by Mary Kay's Pet Peeves.

I've posted an article to my LJ that I very much need my friends. Maybe one of these days I'll remember to use DW first and let it cross-post.

http://marykaykare.livejournal.com/356678.html?view=2700358#t2700358

Since a year ago Sept. I've been dealing with anxiety. It has waxed & waned, but was always present. Add the SAD of the last few months into really seriously waxing anxiety and life has been, well, hellish. Sounds melodramatic, but there you go ( Read more... )

It's only a little more than 3 weeks since the solstice but already things are looking up. At 5:15pm (that's 17:15 for you right pondians) there is light in the sky. It probably helps a lot that it was a clear afternoon so there's no cloud cover. Nevertheless, progress!

I just tried to read A LONG QUICHE GOODBYE by Avery Aames. In the first chapter she dropped 3 brand names and had the viewpoint character use the adjectives rustic, tawny, and quaint in completely non-ironical fashion. The second chapter began with her drinking cinnamon-laced coffee on the wrap around verandah of her vintage house ( Read more... )

I have cats so I usually feel either guilty or inadequate. Sometimes, both.