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her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, like arrows pierced my breast

Dear Bear,

those are cassocks, not Cossacks.

Love, Bear.



In other news, the Presumptuous Cat is busy sleeping off her exhausting day...

...of sleeping

4.5 miles this morning, though I had a hard time getting up any actual run. I did a couple of intervals, probably for a total of a mile or so, and ran the last mile home. Calves crampy, cardiopulmonary system not cooperating, couldn't find my stride. Bleh. Still not to Moria, but I might get there this week, if I am virtuous. Man, what a goal to be working towards....

Climbing last night was not so great. I got up a 5.6 I've done twice before, though I did worse on it than ever before, and then I did a 5.6 on the slab wall (with several falls--it's the one where the last move is a complete bitch, and I keep finding new bad ways to do it.) and the first half of another 5.7 that I have done before, but had no zoom to finish, so I finished the wall on a parallel 5.5 route. And I did a brand new unrated route that I think is a 5.5, which is easy, but very neat and a lot of fun--it's reachy and there's a corner to get over that requires bunching yourself up like a tree frog.

I skinned two knuckles, though, so I know I was trying hard enough.

We may try some climbing outdoors up at Wolf Rock if it's not pouring tomorrow, or on the weekend if it is.

My get up and go has got up and went. May I have my Tigger back please? I did not order this Eeyore.

I really feel like going back to bed. Alas, I have to write these essays I have to write today. I should probably start on those, but I am a procrastinatory creature today. *procrastinates*

Okay, Bear. 600 words on how you came to write The Stratford Man. You can do that. It's just like a blog entry. Pony up; no time for post-novel ennui today.

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those are cassocks, not Cossacks.

And when you hold the cat upside down in the crook of your arm like a baby and scrum it with the other hand, that's cosseting (did I want 2 ts?), not Cossacking. Though the cat may not agree.
those are cassocks, not Cossacks.

O.o

Now I've got a row of dancing Cossacks in front of a church altar. Oh, it's going to be a loooooooooong day.
Thanks for sharing that mental image.
And no doubt, mistaking one for the other could be hazardous!
(My brain initially read cassock and thought "hassock", which would also be a bad thing for which to mistake a Cossack. Clearly, I have been an ex-Catholic for too long.)
I have always been too terrified of heights to climb seriously, but you make it sound almost... fun. (Luckily for me there aren't any climbing places that I know of near enough for me to make a fool out of myself. ^__^)
Question for you - do you use an ESP (email service provider) for mailings to your fan base? If so, which one? Thanks!
Hey. *g*

No, I don't do the mailing list thing. Just the blog, here, and the newscrawl on my web page.
Hey!

;-) You should! Let 'em know everywhere they can find you. Let 'em know when to buy. Send out Q&A from your readers. Automate the thing, so it doesn't consume your time. (I'll stop now!! LOL). Anyway, I wanted to see what you might have found out there because I've found a good one but I wanted a more personal reference.

See you on the 4th --

Be well.
I have used them for work-related things, and once created a huge matrix of the different providers and their features. I'ts outdated now, but drop me a line (steph at sillybean dot net) if you want the details.

Don't diss the Eeyore now

I'll give you that Tigger gets more done quickly, but you have to give Eeyore credit for not quitting. Slow but persistent.

Eeyore isn't exciting but I love him.
Do you hanker for a hunk of cheese?
"Can you make me a banana?"

"Okay! You're a banana!"
Cossack vs cassock. The new improved Spoonerism.
Your request for your Tigger back for some reason* reminded me of my request (back in my Wells Fargo days) for a flame-thrower.

It was approved...
_____
*My mind keeps making really weird connections. Ever so much fun, but often my friends look at me like I'm the oddest duck in the pond...
For the stagecoach?
Not to enable your procrastination or anything, but surely you've got those 600 words, or the nucleus of them, hanging around in an old LJ post somewhere? I could swear I remember reading something about the origin here, many moons ago.
Trying to set an example of the napping you should be doing is hard work!
I was going to say, if you knelt on a Cossack you would know all about it, and then I realised I was thinking of hassocks. I fail at churchiness.

And they called her Lovely, Molly-O

The lilly of the west....
Have a Tigger? I can also lend Stitch, but he's a bit more... destructive.