The big problem about living with ME—all right, one of the big problems, but for me they’re all kind of organised around this one—is that you have no slack. None. Zero. Or sub zero. −459.67 °F , say, it’s cold down here. & that short chain you’re on burns in the cold. Another definition for ‘slack’…
Yes. It’s a flying piano.
& you thought it was just a ridiculous, off the wall name, didn’t you? The kind that a slightly off-the-wall herself fantasy writer who has maybe had an unwise second glass of champagne & is sitting in a pleasant haze of bubbles might come up with? As suitable for her new blog? No. My piano…
Questions with answers which do not necessarily answer the questions asked, or, when have I ever stayed on topic?
Communications with SFWA have unfortunately & for some unknown reason broken down; my default suspicion is technology but it could also be that, as SFWA is a volunteer organisation, all the admin who had been busting themselves senseless to make the actual (& virtual) convention come off are now exhaustedly catching up on life, paid work &…
Ordinary life stuff & UPDATE ON GRAND MATRIARCHY SFWA CONFERENCE
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…
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY
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…
Somewhat on Getting Old
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…
Remind me why I thought I wanted a dog
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…
Crankily yours
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…
La la la yes everything is totally fine yes totally la la la
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…
Of keys & key safes
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…