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Oy vey, people. They said “high wind warning” on the weather apps. They lied. It was windapocalypse. To backtrack – this was on thenight of January 12. Mom was staying overnight with me and the cats – and trust me, … Continue reading
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There’s been a New Year’s Day tradition in my family ever since I was a little girl. We’d gather around the TV on January 1 to watch the Vienna Philharmonic give the Neujahrskonzert, the New Year Concert, a joyous thing … Continue reading
Oh, my friends. Time for a recap of this year that has lasted a decade. I sincerely hope we are heading towards a dawn because the darkness has been wearying in teh extreme. I don’t know about all y’all but … Continue reading
At the time of writing this (you will be reading it some time after it is written – and if there are important updates they will be appended at the end before the thing goes live – but in the … Continue reading
So, you may or may not know (or remember) that my boy cat, Blackjack, had a bad brush with a urinary blockage back in the summer and I came THIS close to losing him. He’s good now. Thank you. Thank … Continue reading
As some of you might know, I”m running a kickstarter right now for a book of Fractured Fairy Tales, to be published via BVC next year (it’s here if you want to support it). So let me speak of fairy … Continue reading
…or Mercury is in retrograde again and this time so is Mars or something and oy vey. This year. Let me put it this way. We lose power REGULARLY out here – we live in TREES and trees FALL OVER … Continue reading
So, I’ve been deep in the throes of plotting and planning and behind-the-scenes stuff, so let me bring you up to speed,here. New novel landed in July, “The Second Star”. I just got the royalties statement for the launch period … Continue reading
So I used the time I am spending inside my house – covid, and toxic air, and all like that – in order to try and earn some money. I am doing critique reports for manuscripts through an agency that … Continue reading
Friday, August 28. It begins. This is what I wrote, on Saturday: “One minute he was fine. The next minute he was “talking” rather more than usual. The minute after that, he was yowling in pain. And it was midnight. … Continue reading