Updates from my trip to Portland will be forthcoming, but I wanted to take a minute to squeal about MY NEW JOB! I'm going to be TA-ing/tutoring/lecturing at the Baltimore School of Massage, probably starting next week. I go in tomorrow to fill out all of my paperwork and talk about where they want me. It's not a glamorous position or high paying, ( Read more... )

I passed my final exam today with a 99%, missing only two questions out of 150.

I have officially graduated from the Baltimore School of Massage.

Now for a celebratory dinner with the 'rents at the Black Olive and then maybe some partying.

As I was driving home from my study session today, there was quite a bit of traffic, what with it being around five o'clock. In the midst of this I had to get over a lane so that I could reach my exit for 295, which required me to slow down, turn on my signal and kind of wedge my way into the next lane since it was bumper to bumper traffic. I had ( Read more... )

The plan as of now ( Read more... )

"I don't know if there is purpose in this destruction, or whether the land is not yet settled into its final form, even as we men and women are not yet perfected. Perhaps the land too struggles to evolve its soul and perfect itself." ~The Mists of Avalon Marion Zimmer Bradley

"The problem these fifty-nine years has been this: how can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or higher form that she can appeal to, or be reconciled with, or that can forgive her. There is nothing outside her. In her imagination she has set the limits and the ( Read more... )

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"The best moments in reading are when you come across something; a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is...set down by someone else, a person you've never met. Maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours."

Hector in The History Boys

This is ridiculous. I was watching it get dark on my drive home from school. Now there is no sunlight left outside and we haven't even reached drink o'clock. I should be studying, but all I can think is that it's probably almost bedtime.

I am never going to survive this winter.

Never a Son is off with another agent. This is a smaller operation; one woman who replied to my query within a few hours and had me send off the whole manuscript via email, sans cover letter, synopsis or bio. I'm hoping this is a good sign (fewer hoops to jump through = more personal = not getting lost amid an overwhelming slush-pile) but I ( Read more... )