I took a nap today and had CRAZY dreams.  Included were:

--Purple and green kittens
--A huge floating diner captained by my Aunt Vera.
--Escaping a stuffy formal dinner  with some guy and going drinking with Alyson Hannigan (Willow in Buffy) on a street that was, um, part Disney World, part Broadway show, part Renn Fest, and part, well, weird dream.  ( Read more... )

We hates it when all we can writes is dialogue, my precious.  We hates it, we does.

Everyone has been talking about this.  Okay, not everybody, but some bodies have been, lol, and it just seems like everybody because it has been on my mind.  So readers/fans have an idea in their heads of who a writer is based on their work (and their blogs/chat groups/Facebooks/Twittery-tweets, and other online methods of communication open to the ( Read more... )

Scene:  Both of us in the study, at our respective desks.  Our messy desks.

Tambyrd:  I am the Queen of Messy.

(Several moments of silence ensue during which Muneraven considers 1.  Denying the obvious or  2. Commiserating)

Muneraven:  The Queen of Clutter has a nicer ring to it.

So people everywhere are debating whether Chicago's Jay Cutler is a wimp for not playing the whole game last weekend even though the dude sprained a ligament.  In football you are supposed to play unless you:

A)  Don't remember your own name and think you are at a dance recital with mommy (serious concussion)  
B)  Have to be taken off on a ( Read more... )

"Why didn't the parents do something?" Most likely, they tried | Commentary | Minnesota Public Radio News

This was hard to write.  My partner Tambyrd helped me edit it, and my son gave me permission to talk about this publicly.    The hope is always that something will change, but even if that doesn't happen, maybe someone will feel they aren't ( Read more... )

 It was below zero all day today, which I actually like.  IMHO, if it is going to be cold it might as well be damn cold.  However, my three dogs aren't so fond of this weather.  They all barrel outside with high hopes and then look back at me and say "It's STILL winter, Mom?"   To which I reply "It's still winter, and if you don't pee fast I'm ( Read more... )

It has been almost a year since my last confession.  Er, no.  I mean my last Livejournal post.  I got distracted by shinies like Facebook and Twitter and spent all my good rants over on  Rebkell's Junkie Board, where so very many people are wrong on the internetz.  But I found, eventually, that I missed this place.  Facebook routinely cuts my ( Read more... )

It's 3 A.M and I was writing the best humorous, erotic, rhyming, love poem I ever wrote and then I realized . . .nothing really rhymes with "panties" except "aunties."

And "vigilantes."

And really those just aren't erotic words. No offense to aunties.

Or vigilantes.

Okay well, it will be the greatest unfinished, humorous, erotic, rhyming, love poem ( Read more... )

So Tambyrd and I go in the hot tub at 11 PM at night. The hot tub is on the enclosed porch. I put the "do not disturb" sign up on the door and pull the door closed and . . .realize it is locked. We cannot get back into the house ( Read more... )