I am in the process of moving over here.
What I do with this space is still up in the air (because I could mirror things over here, but I'm not sure why since almost everyone who reads/read here is on LJ already).
If you have some deep abiding antipathy to LiveJournal, now would be the time to speak :-)
--Why do I insist on writing about things I don't know anything about? Like South Dakota and Afghanistan and burning down tool sheds. On the other hand, I now know how to *actually* win a fist fight. So, that's good.
--It was above freezing today! From noon until, like...now. Awesome!
--Blue and Billie and I went tracking. Blue is an awesome little tracking maniac. I believe it's because of the lime-green harness. If I ever remember to take my camera, I will post pictures.
--I want to get at least two stories in the mail this month. Apparently no one will buy them if you don't actually finish them and send them out.
--Books I've read recently or am currently reading:
--As always I'm sure there is something I'm forgetting...
As you can see, my life is a constant whirlwind
My story, How to Hide Your Heart, is up at Strange Horizons:
He barely notices Beth in the bar, thin as a stick, clothes—oh, Jesus, her clothes—too-small cotton blouse with faded calico flowers, brown knit pants that slop over thick-soled black shoes. She has straw-colored hair pulled back flat with metal barrettes, a faded plain face that doesn't show well alongside the other girls she's with.
[I had other updates of interest I was going to post with this, but now have forgotten what they were. So...hmmm, possibly they weren't all that interesting.]
..and some more pictures if you follow this link.
Blue is growing like a weed. Last week I tried on his new tracking harness (it is an awesome lime green, BTW) and it was way too big for him, even cinched up as small as it would go. This week it fits. He is pretty much house-broken (though not completely--as he proved today). He is the worst counter-surfer I have ever seen. He runs upstairs two or three times a day just to see if he can reach the stuff on the back of the bathroom sink yet. He can't reach the kitchen counter surfaces yet, but when that day comes--and it's coming soon--life will get exponentially more interesting. He has started tracking, is almost finished with puppy class, and is simultaneously very very smart and very very stupid.
I am making progress on the novel and despite its current suckiness, I've convinced myself that I can fix it all later. How this will happen is possibly in the realm of 'and then a miracle occurred.'
'How to Hide Your Heart' should be appearing at Strange Horizons sometime soon (I'll post when I know the exact date). It has shotguns and hand grenades. Also kissing.
Tonight for supper I had chicken taco soup. Also beer. This is the second time I've made the soup and I have to say it is pretty high on the list of easiest things to make ever. Mostly it involves opening a lot of cans (which I have to say I'm pretty darn good at).
I'm sure there are other things of interest I could add (like how awesome the caucuses were and how it finally got above freezing for more than a day this week and how I'm reading a very interesting--to me--book on story structure) but--hey--maybe later).
Me: My god, this is the suckiest writing ever in the history of suck
Novel: ...
[Also, there are no puppies in this post. But soon! Because I have a whole bunch of new pictures to upload and we have started tracking and Blue has learned many new things and he his HUGE! and...hmmm, apparently this is a post about puppies after all.]