I am in here.
I idly pay a small fraction of my attention to tonight’s “Angel” episode – something about a Nazi sub during WWII (how early did that term originate: “WWII”? before the end of the war, even?). And I think, these are the descendands of Homer and the Odyssey. “Eeeeeeek!” you say. Or something more forceful yet … Continue reading Angel and stories
My son and husband busily get ready to climb Kilimanjaro in March, which seems to be about a month away. My son gets ready by going over his gear, and heading over to Climb Time regularly for practice. My husband gets ready by sitting in his office going through the mail, and wondering which boots … Continue reading Kilimanjaro
From This Normal Life I was holding the baby when we heard it. The rest follows, since Brian doesn’t have a good archiving system yet, and this story should be preserved.
As for giving up, well, sure, if you want to. Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins. It has no job security of any kind, and depends mostly on … Continue reading qotd
white pebble 