I am dancing in circles because I just wrote the last chapter of my novel! I will use an overabundance of exclamation marks in an effort to express my excitement. Hurrah! It is 59,526 words, thirty-one chapters or 331 pages long depending on how you want to count it. I know have much proof-reading ahead […]
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If you want to the rest of this short story, post a comment below or email me. Trip, Trap, Tripping by Mary Robinette Kowal The heat rose off the sidewalks and crept down the walls; it wound through the apartment building and clung with sticky fingers to Clef Trollinger’s skin. He grimaced as he tried
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This is the first time I’ve seen my name come up on Google as an author. I wrote a short story for The First Line Volume 6 #3 and it’s actually for sale on the internet. I know it’s silly, but I’m as excited as a child who has learned to spell.
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I won’t bother you with a picture of my labors. These boards are so hard to scrape because they tend to splinter. On the other boards, the paper releases and flakes or slides off. On these, little slivers of wood rise up with each movement I make. It is very frustrating. But only three boards
I only have six boards left. I scrape the floor for about an hour and then I have to take a break. I can’t pause too long, because CZ Becker is coming to refinish the floor at the end of the week. Yikes! We’ll be locked out of the kitchen for four days. I could,
Those were apparently my beloved husband’s first words. No clichéd “Mamma” or “Dada” for him. He went straight for the pie. Not just any pie, either, but a My-T-Fine Lemon Merangue pie. We received several packages of the neccesary filling from his mother for Christmas. I made one this weekend. I am happy to report
I went to see, or listen to, a live radio performance of The Hobbit that Willamette Radio Workshop did. Rob was doing the audio engineering. It was a lot of fun and the audience went nuts over it. The thing that struck me was the difference between listening and watching. I enjoyed it more when
Someone just asked about the painting on the wall behind our new lighting fixture. That is “Dancing Red Trees” by Sam Paden. Rob and I purchased it early last summer.
Ah, isn’t it beautiful? Granted, it’s hard to tell with this photo since the only source of lighting was the light itself. I had to doctor the photo to have it make any sense at all. I’ll take a new photo tomorrow and try to show you more detail as well as the context in
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The wiring was not in as bad a state as I’d feared. The old cloth wiring had just been pushed above the crossbar so it looked like we had bare wires in the ceiling. When I pulled the crossbar, and a little plaster down, it was easy to snug the cloth insulation back into place
Well, our new light arrived from Rejuvenation tonight and it is lovely. We assembled it with no problems, removed the old fixture and then had a grim reminder than we live in a 1907 house. The old knob and tube wiring is still in the ceiling, minus the insulation. At least on the visible part
I just got off the phone with Chris Parks at McCarter and Emily DeCola. Chris is directing Arabian Nights and Emily is doing puppet design; I’m the scenic designer. We started our planning when I flew to NYC last summer to do initial design discussions. Today we planned out our schedule. Which means I now
I just caught my floor on fire. Well, okay. That’s a little bit of an exaggeration. A piece of the paper that’s glued to the pantry floor ignited to a flame like a birthday candle. I whacked it with my paint scraper and it went out. I’ve made little embers glow before but this was
I talked to the guy who will probably refinish our floor. He specializes in older homes and has great references and his bid was lower than I expected it to be. Whee. I need to talk it over with Rob first, but hopefully we should have a beautiful fir floor soon.
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