Thursdays are my peace days. My days off, my artist days. Days I can sit and think and hang out, under no obligation to anyone, just to sit and dream and write. I hang out for hours at the local coffee shop with my laptop, curled up on a couch next to their fireplace, listening … Continue reading *sigh*

Okay. Me & Brett spent Wednesday the 23rd in the emergency room for about 5 hours. No. It wasn't me, this time. Seriously. HE woke up at 6 feeling nauseous, and by 8, he was sweating, doubled over in pain, and hadn't stopped vomiting...at which point (with nightmares of my experiences of such pains screaming … Continue reading *snarls*

Man, this kitchen is just TOO DAMN SMALL for all this baking. Some scattered recipes from the list: Rohlicky (aka Czech Almond Crescents): http://czechmatediary.com/2007/12/08/vanilla-crescents/ Don't roll them out with a pin, as the directions say, and the dough doesn't need refrigerated. Roll them into smooth crescents between your palms. These are MY personal favorite - … Continue reading baking week, day three…

Y'know, for someone who's supposedly got a brain, one of these days I'm actually going to USE it. So on a lark and in utter frustration, I googled "why the hell won't my dough rise?"...and immediately got back about 10 websites that went into common problems with yeast...including the simplest "follow the instructions on the … Continue reading Second day of baking week…

Yup. One whole week off. And getting all the baking done for the holidays... a) a ball-peen hammer is great for getting spilled popcorn brittle off the counter. DAMN, that melted sticky stuff sets FAST... b) once more, as always, that !@#$% nutroll dough just does NOT want to rise. I have no problems with … Continue reading Random thoughts on the first day of a week off…

So I'm sitting here at the local funky coffee shop, working on my final edits and rewrite of Severed Earth...and just a few feet away, absorbed in his Macbook, face pursed in thought, shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair brushed to one side, sits a guy who looks exactly as I picture Jonathan Abel of the tales. Godsfrakkin'dammit, … Continue reading They keep following me…

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