Posted on November 20, 2002 in Blog Meets
Five people from Orange County confirmed for the Meetup in Tustin!
Posted on November 20, 2002 in Cats
Tracy lurks next to the computer these days, always convinced that I have something that she wants to eat. She whines and claws at my bare arm or, if I happen to be blogging in the nude, my legs.
Long red scratches cross my arms where she’s “nudged” me for a treat.
Today the Slave fought back. When she drove her nails into my arm, I seized her paw and with a pair of fingernail clippers penalized her one claw. She lost four before she got the idea that this was going to happen any time she scratched me. Now she sits on the floor next to the chair and gives me mournful looks.
Posted on November 19, 2002 in Writing
I am sure that the mention of my book in progress tantalizes at least one of you.
Posted on November 19, 2002 in Neighborhood Weather
One word — Fuck! — pushed forward from my mouth and, for a second, seemed to make everything flash on again.
Posted on November 19, 2002 in Writing Exercises
Most of my characters are neurotic.
Posted on November 19, 2002 in Writing Groups
Does one have to know what every symbol means? Does it have to be a symbol in the first place or can it be set decoration that tells you something subtle about the character’s priorities?
Posted on November 18, 2002 in Pointers
Believe it or not, I did not find this link through blogdom’s principal connoisseur of pornographic protest wKenshoW.
Posted on November 18, 2002 in Weather
We got to this middling time when the air is still, the skies clear, there’s a hint of warmth in the air, and yet I need a slightly thicker shirt or sweater.
Posted on November 18, 2002 in Accountability Citizenship
We’ve lost freedom and we’ve been told to smile smile smile.
Posted on November 17, 2002 in Irony & Sarcasm Routine
Kevin says that that mundane activities can be interesting.
Posted on November 16, 2002 in Routine
I suppose I could liven it up for you by describing each cut and paste operation, but I know the excitement would just kill you.