Yup (scroll down to comments). When God’s War comes out, I’m going to get my ASS kicked. Yeah, I’m already preparing for that Wiscon. This is why I love this genre. Cause people call all of us writers on our bullshit. It’s the only way you can get better.
On Friday, I managed to get WoW working on my computer. This boon, paired with a gentle nudge from Jackie, finally got me off my ass, and I made plane ticket reservations for Wiscon. I already had my membership, and Jackie had a couple roommates bail, so there’s really no excuse not to go except
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Finally gave in and bought WoW after the not-Boyfriend got me a two-months-free game card. Installed, ran out of space. Uninstalled several programs. WoW ran updates. Ran out of space again. And it needs 512 MB of RAM. I have 507. I’m not going to Wiscon. I’m getting a proper gaming computer. THIS HAS GONE
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I think she’s an even tougher character to write than Rhys. But then, he was pretty tough to write the first time I took a crack at him, too. Fucking shape-shifting, middle-class, mother-of-two rebel cell leaders. Pain in the ass every time.
One of the things that got out of control last week were my sugar numbers. I’ve been spiking all over the place (one 1am reading put me at a startling 397). This has been a combination of stress and bad food choices. I’ve been partaking of the free lunches at work (and breakfasts – they
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The tree outside my balcony in full bloom…. Dining area. This table used to be my pony workbench. Perfect-sized kitchen! Would have preferred one open to the living room, but it’s big enough for my needs right now. My great living room. Note the National Geographics on the back shelf there. Oh look, my balcony!
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Stolen from here. I agree with every one of these about 8,000 percent. Here’s why: 1)Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery. When I was 18, my high school boyfriend asked me to marry him. Twice. I freaked out both times. The first time, I deflected the