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I got up this morning at my usual time – about 5:20 am – and pulled out my mat and my weights and gazed out the big bay windows and realized… it was dark outside. I’d been noticing the shortening of the days, of course, but for some reason it just really struck me last […]

… that something interesting is about to happen.

Do I get a cookie? Do I? Do I? The Brilliant Educated Girl: This is a girl with one hell of a mind, and because of it she spends too much time thinking. Whether she feels she deserves more simply because she is smarter, or she was filled with feminist propaganda in an institution of

These are the questions that plague me.

Before the discovery of insulin in 1921 (by a Canadian! Who says the Canadians don’t do anything useful!), by the time you were diagnosed with type I diabetes, you maybe had a couple of months to live. In my case, since I was lame and didn’t go to the hospital until I dropped into a

Three units of insulin for the evening meal really is too much, even when you’re having a square of low-carb chocolate afterwards. My doctor can also kiss my ass when it comes to this insulin resistance thing. I’m down to 25 u of the long-lasting stuff in the morning, 3-5 units of the short acting

Because it’s good for me.

I realize what’s missing. I haven’t been writing. Opening word files, staring at dialoge, moving around sentences. But no long stretches of writing. No long stays in somewhere-else. How quickly I fall apart.

Jed’s got some thoughts up on gender bias in the SF/F sub/accepetance rate. I found this tidbit a bit close to home for myself: …it seems plausible to me (though I have only anecdotal evidence) that there’s potential for vicious circles here; if women perceive a magazine as not being a good place for women

… when I wonder why on earth I haven’t deleted this damn blog yet. EDIT: Oh, nevermind. *Now* I remember…