Archive for April, 2007

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Quick Note

Friday, April 27th, 2007

My eyestrain’s been catching up with me again, which means I need to limit the amount of time I spend staring at computer screens. Since I’d rather put that time toward manuscripts and business-related correspondence, updates to this blog may be sporadic or nonexistent for at least a few weeks.

What’s scarier than a cannibal ventriloquist?

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

I’ve been a ridiculously bad blogger lately. Sometimes other things, like kitties and orders and actual, you know, writing, have to come first.
I set aside time the other night to watch the movie adaptation of MISERY, which I’ve never seen all the way through. It was part of AMC’s Fear Friday lineup, and when a […]

Radioactive Cats and Other Beasts

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

It’s been a busy week, mostly involving cats and vets and thyroid-themed discussions. Did you know that one of the treatments for feline hyperthyroidism (which my oldest cat may or may not have) leaves you with a radioactive cat? The drama continues with another appointment tomorrow.
The airfare for next month’s trip has been ordered and […]

Bookish Woe

Monday, April 16th, 2007

I’m about to give up on one of the books I’m reading. That’s a sad admission for me to make — I’m not the voracious reader I once was, but I still usually try to finish the books I start, even the ones I have to trudge through. If nothing else, the bad ones fuel […]

On the bright side, I have my answer.

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Oh, come on.
Please, short fiction publications and literary journals — if you close down, update your website. Don’t leave your submission guidelines and mailing address up, especially if you indicate that you prefer snail mail submissions to emails. It takes about two minutes to replace a website with a “Sorry, closed” message — and if […]

Barky von Schnauzer

Tuesday, April 10th, 2007

There’s a pet store commercial in which a man gets home and enthusiastically calls for his dog, Mr. Barky von Schnauzer. The commercial ends before the dog appears; I assume he’s crouched in a corner somewhere, whimpering from humiliation and hoping his master’s voice isn’t loud enough for the neighbor dogs to hear.
(Not that I’m […]

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