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Journal
Back from Grandma’s
Well, twitter was supposed to post here automatically while I was gone, but alas, did not. Grandma is doing great. She’s moving about as well as she did pre-surgery. This morning she got up and got dressed and then we all sat at the kitchen table for breakfast. Things I learned while there. One of
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Heading to Grandma’s and offline
I’m heading over to Grandma’s house later tonight where I will have no internet. Gasp! How will I survive? Well, I’m taking the laptop so I can get some work done and also my handy cellphone so I can twitter away if anything interesting happens.
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Grandma is discharged and at home!
Much rejoicing abounds. They sent Grandma home at 6:00 tonight. I just talked to her on the phone and she sounds great. She said that it’s so much more comfortable being there than in the hospital. Mom said that Grandma walked into the house under her own power with just a little bit of steadying
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Training my nephew to critique
In a moment of personal triumph, I’ve just managed to get my 14 year old nephew to give me a story critique ala OSC’s wise reader model. He went through my revision of “American Changeling” and let me know what he found dull, unbelievable, or didn’t get. And which bits he thought were cool. Score!
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Back to Woodthrush, I go
I left the hospital around 9:00 this morning, when my cousin Marsha came to sit with Grandma. Grandma says that she slept better last night than she did Saturday night and seemed stronger. She’s still unsteady on her feet and feels more confident getting up and down with someone by her side, but seems to
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5:30 a.m. at the hospital
You know why people in the hospital are exhausted? Because someone comes by every two hours to take blood, or blood pressure or just check in. I’m not complaining. I’m delighted that they take such good care of Grandma, but I don’t see how anyone could sleep through the night even if nothing else were
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5 a.m. at the hospital
The technician has just come in to do a routine blood pressure check on Grandma and take her temperature. We were both awake when she came in. Grandma and I have been chatting for the last hour or so. It turns out that we have something unexpected in common. Our family never tells us anything.
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Chestnut trees
Dad just stopped in, on his way home from a pickin’ session. Grandma only dozes sort of fitfully, so it was a fair guess that she might be awake and, indeed, she was. He asked her if she remembered chestnut trees before the blight. She said that they used to have them in their yard
Sitting with Grandma
My family is taking turns sitting in the hospital room with Grandma, in case she needs anything. Tonight is my turn. The plan now is for her to go home tomorrow evening, but it’s hard to believe that at the moment. Her mind is as sharp as ever, but lying in the hospital bed makes
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Interview with Joe Abercrombie
Jon Armstrong has an interview with Joe Abercrombie. It’s a great chance to listen to two of my fellow Campbell Nominees. Joe Abercrombie is the author of an trilogy of epic fantasy novels based around the misadventures of the thinking man’s barbarian, Logen Ninefingers. Just a reminder, votes for the Hugos and the Campbell award
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One year in NYC
I totally missed this last week. But we moved to NYC on June 28 last year. It’s been an interesting year. I’ve been so busy that I can barely breathe, but Rob spent then entire year looking for work. And that’s almost literal. He sold his first article a bare two days before our one
Ready for readers: The Deacon of Dark River
I finished this story tonight. It’s 1800 words of Icelandic ghost story. It’s in a password protected post, but it’s the usual password. Don’t know what that is? Drop me a line and I’ll tell ya. And here’s the teaser. In the lee of the Bægisa farm house, Guðrun watched the wind blowing through the
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