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Romance Novels
I know that some of you think I'm an idiot for reading my (regency!) romance novels. They are fluff, pointless but (ful)filling, like the double chocolate milano cookies I keep in good supply on my desk at work ( Read more... ) -
Fireworks
We first learn to enjoy our fear watching fireworks ( Read more... ) -
July Afternoon
I wrote this for a challenge in hp100, which I thought was "Summer" but was in fact "Summer Break". It is 100 words, and inspired by my friend Kirsten being 8 months pregnant in August at Pennsic (camping in PA).
Lily sat under a tree in the back garden, glaring at the sunny summer sky. It was far too hot. She flapped the hem of her dress, trying to ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
What do you do with a story that is good, good enough ot maybe publish, but you're not sure where to send it? It's not regular fiction, and it's not fantasy... but I would like to see it in print. -
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC, January 4, 2005
I think, today, I fell in love. Not romantic, swooning to the ground with passion, love, but a simpler love. It was a feeling of instant affection, warmth and kinship to a woman I had never seen, who I will never meet; a woman who lived over four hundred years before my birth, a woman who I adore simply for her shade of blue. I do not know if she ( Read more... ) -
Things that make me feel better
This entry in Neil Gaiman's blog makes me feel better about my life/mind as a writer. Even the professionals don't know where they're going all the time. Heh. -
Riffing on a theme from Yeats and Shakespeare
The Poet, Reading Poetry, Writes to An Old Love
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Mumbling in the cadance of Shakespeare
Her eyes were like the eyes of angels, yet
so stern, they seemed to whisper "Come not here;
here danger lies, and hope, and whispered fear."
She was a beauty none could well forget.
