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Jun 272013
 

Last year I planted beans and peas (among other things). I gave each plant it’s very own pole to climb up. I spaced them out neatly and was sure that I would have an orderly harvest at the end of the year. Oh how wrong I was. The peas and beans rejected my poles and climbed each other instead. This made for a very low harvest in the peas – we managed one meal of peas. The beans… well… I have no idea which pods were from which plants. Consequently many of them were picked at the wrong stage of ripeness. I don’t know which ones I liked or anything. It was a tangled mess.

Jun 172013
 

I have to confess, I spend a lot of time paying attention to specific kinds of writer’s blogs. In Particular those of Kristin Kathryn Rusch, Dean Wesley Smith, and Chuck Wendig. These, among some others that I don’t follow as regularly, have given me the inspiration and the back bone to face this profession and know that I can make it. While Kristin Kathryn Rusch and Dean Wesley Smith are great at being responsible, business focused and serious about their craft, I turn to Chuck Wendig to hear pretty much the same stuff with a lot more humor and swearing.

Jan 162013
 

Back in high school, I remember arguing with my teachers about how to take notes and outline papers. I get it now that they were just trying to teach me a method of organizing my thoughts and I really shouldn’t blame them for not realizing that my brain doesn’t work in the standard outline form. I made it through high school and on into college where the professors no longer cared how I took notes just so long as my papers were organized and I could answer all my test questions. That is when I learned how to take notes in the way that my mind actually processed things, and suddenly school became a lot easier.

Dec 142012
 

Dear Santa,

I’ve been a very good girl this year. Well, OK, maybe not that good, but I was nice more than I was naughty.  Even when I was naughty I was trying to be nice.  I’m sure HE thought I was nice (He had a funny way of showing it so I hope you’ve got Him on the naughty list).

Anyway, I know it’s probably a bit late and all that, but if you could, just maybe, bring me someone.  I’m not going to be picky about eye or hair color or anything like that.  Just make sure he’s really good.  Or at least nice more than naughty.  Better yet, make him naughty in the nice way.

Oct 242012
 

I will admit that I’m new to this whole self promotion thing. I resisted writing this blog, under the mistaken impression that I would be able to get one of those sweet publishing contracts that were all the rage back in the 1950’s. Those contracts, with provision for the publisher to actually promote your work, don’t exist for anyone but the biggest names (and even those are getting harder and harder to come by – even if you get one there will be less for you in it than you might expect). When I came to the realization that all those wonderful provisions would never be mine and that the world of professional writing was trending more toward freelancing I realized that I had to get out here and promote myself.

Oct 082012
 

This past weekend I went to Gaylaxicon 2012, in St. Louis Park. It’s a wonderful little convention focused on Queer issues in Sci-fi and fantasy. By little I mean that there were just over 400 registration (though not everyone showed up). In such a small group, you get incredible amounts time with the people you want to talk to.

Aug 272012
 

Some characters come to me fully formed with a story to tell. Others hang out for a while, watching and waiting, trying things on until finally they manage to introduce themselves. A few come into my life as a full person and hang around long enough to grow. These are the characters I love. They are my friends and the most likely reason that I will be mistaken for a schizophrenic (although I have it on good authority that as long as I know the characters are in my head I’m still as close to sane as I’ll ever be).

Jun 252012
 

We have raspberry bushes in our back yard. I discovered them last year when I was out trying to tame the lawn. I came late to the party and the birds and other critters had left only a handful of berries. So I ate them, right then and there.

 

This year I’ve been a lot better about tending to the yard, the garden and the berry bushes. I was surprised to see how many blossoms there were on the bushes this year. I mean I expected there to be some more than last year – the nature of growth and all that – but not the sheer overwhelming number of them. I anticipated their ripening for weeks.