It’s already December so I can speak freely. The holidays are coming, the holidays are coming and I’m going to bake the hell out of every product I get my hands on! Yay! Holidays! That’s the gist of how I feel about December. The whole month. Continue reading Full Baking Mode
Do you know this feeling when you’re so tired you can’t really enjoy the fact it’s Friday night and you’re looking at two days of rest? This is exactly how I felt this Friday. Continue reading A Desperate Man
I don’t have any truck with Black Fridays. Never have, never will. Last week a friend mentioned it and I thought why can’t we stick to Halloween? Why do we have to import Black Friday, too? with the haunting pictures of crowds at the doors of American stores and the news reports of some of them getting trampled in the stampede. And then, on my way back from dropping Cat at school, I saw a bus with a whole-body ad for Nokia phones. Continue reading Who Needs a Smartphone Anyway
“I’m really sorry, Lars,” Alicia said. I could see she meant it—she looked everywhere but at me and she nodded as she spoke, like she was trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing. “We just can’t go on like this forever.” Continue reading The Girl in the Street
Yesterday, I sat in the kitchen with my notebook and my pen with the rubber zombie head cap, jotting down notes for the next chapter in the second draft of what I’m tentatively calling A Hunter of Dreams. it sounds a bit cheesy, I know. Possibly a lot. But as I sat there and made my main character stuff herself with fried chicken and garlic bread in anticipation of a torturous death I realised I was thinking about her as a real person. I thought about all of them as real people. Continue reading An idea. A face.
I had this horrible dream last night. Actually, I had two horrible dreams — one of a home invasion and one in which I was an unwilling test subject for a modified diphtheria bug. Understandably, I didn’t wake up in the best of moods. Now, normally I’d take to Twitter and Facebook to complain because complaining helps a little and because I’m sure all the people I know on Twitter and Facebook would want to know about my dreams. Or not. Continue reading The Week-Long Trial feat. Facebook
This is not a fun story and it wasn’t fun to write it but I had to get it out. Parenting is the best thing ever except when it’s the worst. Continue reading The Best Mom Ever