Author: Robin McKinley

I am sitting here staring out the (back) window where the dog blankets are flapping in the rain* on the laundry line whirligig thing—the wind, even in the small walled back garden, spins it around exuberantly, which would dry them quickly if it weren’t for the, you know, rain . . . & wondering why…

BEFORE I FORGET (HAVING ALREADY FORGOTTEN, BECAUSE I’M WRITING THIS HEADING HAVING ALREADY WRITTEN THE REST OF THE POST) I AM NOT REPEAT NOT GOING TO THE SFWA CONVENTION WHERE THEY WILL GONG ME IN ABSENTIA WITH THE GRAND MATRIARCHY THINGUMMY. . . . Because I am a little old lady with ME who furthermore…

To remind me of the full panoply of joy blanketing dog ownership, the day after the seal encounter at the end of a week of digestive indelicacy, we had fireworks.  On the whatsit of February?  WHY??  There aren’t even any particularly exciting saints in February, I don’t think, okay, Brigid, but she’s Irish & I…

Genghis has not been having a good week. Therefore I have not been having a good week. Last Saturday when I was taking my visiting friend* for a fabulous cliffside walk, he decided without warning or explanation to excrete a rushing stream of squish along the narrow clifftop path . . . just in front of a…

Young Beowulf has given me a tappable icon on the task bar at the top of the Word screen so I can get the frell out of the—whatever it is—I think it’s web view? I want DRAFT VIEW. I am old & I like the illusion of a piece of paper, or anyway something more nearly resembling a blank…

The working day got off to a really good start* when I somehow managed not to notice that I hadn’t put the top on the blender properly before I hit autoclean. ARRRRGH. Well that’s one way to get the utility room back wall sluiced down. It’s probably not going to happen any other way. I do most…

Glory hallefrellinglujah whatever gave me the insane idea that I could seamlessly* insert** writing a blog back into my life? Although if TECHNOLOGY would stop kicking me around like a an old damaged football*** I might be both more willing & more able to tiptoe across the Dead Marshes of the blogoscape†, averting my eyes from the spooky candles…

It’s not the grey(ing) hair & the wrinkles that make me feel old. There’s an easy workaround to that: don’t look in the mirror. & as long as I continue to keep up, more or less, with my over-rocketlauncher-powered & overpowering dog* I figure I’m still functional.** Physically anyway. Mentally . . .  It’s technology. It’s technology that…

Happy Hanukkah, Christmas, Boxing Day, New Year, & any other random holidays people celebrate at this time & season, these just happen to be the ones that bump up against my life, &, speaking of random, there’s also an important clan* birthday in the middle of all the rest. One could get through a lot…

ALSO. I should begin by saying . . . I’ve been writing, or not writing, this blog post for, ugh, is it ten days? Ugh. Bad me. There’s definitely a certain amount of I’M WRITING A BLOG AGAIN? I WHAT?, involved, decorated with sparkly flashing neon by my total inability to manage my time, um, what is this meaningless phrase ‘to manage time’??,…