Remember (those who follow, if any do) a couple years ago when my stated goal for the summer included a “mystery hobby?” I’m no better at it now than I was then, but at least I’m over the shyness. I dug out all my stuff today and re-dedicated myself to learning to draw. I want […]
Put up the first (finally!) chapter of Shades and Hues.ย Still trying to work on Star.ย And maybe then a chapter of Chaos!ย Schu really wants a turn.
Nope. Again I’m too tired to make much sense. But I read a book. I’m hoping one of these days I’ll write another chapter of A Star to Steer By. ‘Kay, I’m going to bed. But here’s the poem I took the title from. That title used to grace Eve’s book, by the way. But
That’s all. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. Bush will get more money to kill people, with no restraints. He won’t put money towards health care, though, because then people will just stop paying for their own insurance to use the government-provided one. God, he’s a moron. Can somebody pry that *BLEEP*ing silver spoon out of
It’s enough to drive a girl nuts. I’m trying to finish Joss. I’m trying really hard. But I ran into a damned wall. That’s not exactly a new occurrence. Sooner or later, I run into a wall in every book. But I think I’d convinced myself this time–since I was so close to the end–this
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You’ve seen the poem. When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter. –Jenny Joseph Well, I want to add just a
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