John and I were doing some serious cleaning yesterday, and I went into the bedroom to see Kitty had found a new napping place, on top of the books I had cleared off the floor next to the bed so we could vacuum.


The fur on his little paw is finally growing back from where he had his i.v. in a few weeks ago; poor little guy.

Yesterday had herb bread, chili-rubbed tofu po’ boys and mustard greens from Veganomican, a clean house, recycling, and gym. We tried to watch next week’s episode of Game of Thrones on my iPad with HBO GO, but it kept locking up, and then wouldn’t even let us sign in. Today, it’s all about “Sarscon 8,” the tentative new name of that elusive SF short which I tried to figure out all weekend.

The story is mostly written, but I’m having trouble with the main character and how she fits into it. Her motivations are clear – Get The Girl – but the why behind them keeps eluding me, as does her role in the whole thing, and her role to her lover; which one has the stronger personality, and in which situation. It’s tedious work, the kind that takes hours on a single page, that can be both crushing at how little progress you’ve made in three hours or thrilling that something finally works. And, the end isn’t there.

But that’s the plan for this week. And maybe some Harvester chapters.

Humid as hell, today, with storms and tornadoes this afternoon.


Mother’s Day has come and gone, which I’m glad for. Not nearly as traumatizing this year as last, which was the first without Mom; proof it does get easier, I suppose. And tomorrow I turn another year older. Never thought I’d be one of those people that bitch and moan about growing older, but turns out I am. Also, chances are very good I wrote this in a blog last year around my birthday. Perhaps I shall keep saying that every year from now out.

Last night I read “The Will and Testament of Jacqueline Ess,” a story from the Books of Blood collection by Clive Barker reprinted in a Datlow anthology I purchased some time back, and finally picked up off my floor. I was completely and utterly blown away, perhaps because it reminded me that that’s what I need to do with Harvester the book, and because of the way he wrote certain passages, the beauty and horror of what was happening, yet the grace of the words. In my friend (and esteemed writing peer) Steve’s words, “Beautiful and incisive and searing, rather than just scary or fun or gross.” Which means I’m going to Barnes and Noble at lunch today to buy the Books of Blood volumes.I meant to dither on about “Slobby Noes” a few days ago, the Veganomicon recipe with lentils instead of meat, but I forgot, and then didn’t take pictures, either. But highly, highly recommended. Lentils are seriously a wonder food. If you do them right.

My death knight is nearly level 70. I’m so terrible at it that it’s almost comical. But its very fun, too, having AoE abilities like Blood Boil, and Death and Decay. I’ll get better at it, I hope. And learn how to tank. And perhaps get a new chest-piece, since Derne’s current one doesn’t appear to offer much protection…


Although Beris, my undead shadow priest, is pretty decked out. She’s got all Bloodthirsty Gladiator’s gear, although I’m slowly collecting pieces of Vicious gear. Because, this is important stuff.


We’ve started season 2 of Dollhouse while we wait for Deadwood discs in the mail. It’s not bad, although I liked Eliza Dushku better as Faith.

And now I have a chapter to rewrite.