sucker.

Rien just stepped in between Perceval and the basilisk, because she thinks it's what Perceval would do. Oh, I love these gallant girls. They are so brave and delicate and smart.

And so very sixteen.

Sixteen is one of those odd ages. It looks like a tragedy from the inside. And from the outside, too.

And for completely opposite reasons.

These two are gonna break my heart in about two hundred pages. I can already tell.

The writing is on the wall.

Tags: jacob's ladder, the writer at work

blame it on my a.d.d.

So I've put up a big post about the singularity and diversity and the changing face of SFF prodom over at Charlie's Diary, where I occasionally…
i know it's a lie. i want it to be true.

The Jeff, ctwriter, and I attended the Connecticut rally in support of the Wisconsin unions yesterday. There was signage:…
don't you wish you could make half of the speed i do?

Beautiful sunrise this morning. Eventually going to have to walk the dog, though, and it's cold out there.

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sucker.

blame it on my a.d.d.

i know it's a lie. i want it to be true.

don't you wish you could make half of the speed i do?

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