Thank God for, as I posted earlier, the glow of work accomplished. Because a few seconds later, someone on the internet mentioned pie. I don’t blame them. It’s a good subject. But pie was mentioned and I remembered there was strawberry-rhubarb pie in the refrigerator. So I went there. And pie there was none. I suspect the teenaged boy has inhaled it. And now I cling to life and hope as best I can, because my world is dark and pieless. Continue reading
My favorite thing to tell an angry child: “No, no, sweetie, we weren’t laughing at you — we were laughing ABOUT you.” My children refer to me only as “The Evil One”, and always in hushed tones. I like that. Continue reading
The cat has had far more lap time than he has earned, which is zero, so he has no right to complain when I get up. Continue reading
HAPPY HOUR IN HELL finished and off to my publishers tomorrow, then I get to start the next one. I’m really looking forward to that. It’s going to have swastikids, as well as authentic bugbears. And Amazons, too. Continue reading
Lock and load, people. Working day. Lots to do. Do NOT distract me with entertainment, diversion, or fun. Well, occasionally is all right. You know, a little bit. But seriously, go light on the fun. Continue reading