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It’s all about the chicks with swords. I take a lot of delight in writing about a woman who leaps into the fray with “both blades drawn.” I probably take too much delight in it. Ah, that’s right – this is what it’s all about…

Cause I’m in the middle of inputting line edits. Yawn. Your Top Emotional Needs: 1. Need to be appreciated. 7 2. Need to be respected. 6 3. Need for honesty/integrity. 4 4. Need to be alone. 4 Quiz Bah! Emotions! Pff! Still, I must say that’s a pretty accurate list. Though I’d put respected at

I’ve been working on the same screwed up 30% of tDW for nearly two years now, and I’ve reached the point where I’ve decided the entire book is crap and needs to be burnt down to ashes and buried in a big dark hole in the ground in Siberia. The problem with only working on

It’s still bloody fucking hot here!

Sit on the edge of the tub. Run cold water. Rinse feet. Rub with soap. Rinse. Repeat. Look over your slightly numbed toes and footpads for sores, blisters, warts, blemishes. If found, make a note to show these to your doctor during your monthly visit. Rub at foot callouses with pumice stone. Rinse. Rub feet

The air conditioner at work just broke. Note: Today’s real feel temperature for Chicago is 114 degrees.

Trying to wait out the heat, mostly. But stuff is getting done. Slowly. Went to my gym and cancelled my membership (you have to do it 30 days ahead of time), finally. I start back up at my mixed martial arts school (read: boxing!) in September. While I still have my final 30 days at

My story, “The Women of Our Occupation” is up at Strange Horizons.

I need to show this article to my doctor… “To me what makes more sense is that there’s just a lot more social stigma associated with being overweight amongst females, and that that causes a lot more stress and distress,” Muennig said. “There’s evidence showing that high levels of stress can increase your risk of

Another busy rush hour on the train headed out to O’Hare. You get a lot of people and a lot of luggage packed on that train on Monday mornings just shy of 8am. I was holding onto one of the poles by the door, and this little woman was standing on the other side of