Archive for the ‘Irreverence’ Category

My Interview on Whohub

March 1st, 2010

Whohub creates these semi-customized interview questions based on genre. I just completed one, which is kind of cool. You should check it out here then let me know what you think in comments below.

Pros and Cons

March 1st, 2010

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A Domestic Werewolf

February 27th, 2010

Today, we started spring cleaning. Our house smells so much cleaner, and we generally feel better about living here (again). I walked out of the bathroom after scrubbing the tub and said to manfriend, “I just want to say, right here and now, that I’m a domestic fucking goddess.”

“More like a domestic werewolf,” he replied. “Every full moon you clean like a beast.”

The one about my pee

February 21st, 2010

I hate bloggers who think that because you visit their site, they can tell you really gross stuff about themselves, things they haven’t really typically done before. Like, they get daring and want to wow you with their ability to talk about poop. I’m not that kind of blogger. This entry is about my pee, and that’s an important distinction.

So at 3 am, I wake up and realize I have a bladder infection. While peeing, I call my doctor, get a prescription called in to a 24-hour pharmacy, and my superhero boyfriend gets on his bike and rides over to pick it up. For the first time ever, I also get this stuff called phenazopyridine, (google it), that does little else except turn my pee dayglo orange. It’s a dye that’s supposed to limit the effects of a bladder infection, the burning, the constant need to pee, all of that, while the antibiotics do their thing. keep reading »

Timing

February 18th, 2010

My book is slowly but surely unfolding into what I sincerely hope will be a most exciting and fascinating tale of adventure, tragedy, humor and humanity. Yes, there will be sword fights. Yes, there will be dashing heroes (and heroines). There will be beer.

I don’t know how else to describe this process, except to recall the printed out quote my mother had taped to her filing cabinet in her office when I was a child. It was by Gene Fowler, and it went like this:

“Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood keep reading »