Month: June 2008

pink elephants on parade

not a writer: novel stats: 34,100 words (~31%) 105 pages working on chapter 4 of 13 Only about 2000 words added to the story this week. I haven’t really done much with chapter four yet beyond just the first few pages, since I’m still polishing 

fate says…

We took Dylan to his first concert last night, Michelle Branch at Detroit’s River Days festival. He was so adorable! He clapped after every song, and in the middle of them, and he sang along, improvising with his own two-year-old lyrics. I didn’t even know 

happy endings and guitar crushes

Two random things. First, is it some kind of biological hardwiring that at not even two years old, my boy child likes to crash his toy trucks into each other? And second, there is a Google ad at the top of my Gmail page to 

last week’s update, on a Tuesday

My child is in love with outside lately. He would live outside if he could. He would sleep underneath a bush. He likes to pick up sticks and rocks and leaves and hide them in the seat of his Mickey Mouse bus. He likes to 

nice time to be a writer

How did people ever manage to write novels before Google or the Wikipedia? Anything you want to know, whenever you want to know it, right there at your fingertips. Or before laptops equipped with iTunes? Any mood you want to be in, done! Flickr gives 

@%*damn f*^king telemarketers!

Not a writer: Not a good week. There was a combination of brain-deadness, bad nap consistency, who knows. That only puts me about 2600 words ahead of where I was two weeks ago, since I skipped fessing up last Friday. Word count: 25660 Page count: 

domesticated, or something like it

Buy a pair of Target shoes because they’re cute and you can afford them. And a new bag while you’re there. Buy a bottle of Diet Sunkist, just this once, even if you are well aware that the combination of sodium benzoate and ascorbic acid 

ah, communication!

More, more, bresh-shish = breakfast. He always says he wants more of something when he wants something, whether he’s had some already or not. And always more, more twice. But the cutest is when it’s almost time for his daddy to come home and he