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You could call this my "professional" blog - where I write about being a journalist, struggling to become a novelist, and at times the issues of being a gay author writing (sometimes) gay-themed fiction. I can't promise I'll always sta
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Not a zombie!
Guess who isn’t dead? Oi, where in hell have I been? Well, to put it shortly… 1. Tooth pain. Bad tooth pain. One of my molars is now nothing but an L-shaped shell that has blessedly been numbed entirely until I can get it pulled out. 2...
Snozzberries taste like wha?
Life lesson: If you’re too tired to do something right, all the sworn avowals in the world don’t matter a damn when you just have to redo it the next day after gaping in horror at the rotten fruits of your own labor. Yesterday I had a whi...
Dear technology: don’t be hatin’, yo.
Last night Hikaru got to deal with one of the fun perks of living with a writer: tolerating said writer’s late-night spaz-fits as he hops in and out of bed, running to the computer over and over again to jot down a few inspired lines of ‘...
Green as can be.
Hikaru and I are looking into adopting an adult cat from the local no-kill shelter; the more cats they find homes for, the more room they have to take animals from the kill shelters so they won’t be euthanized. There are three that are just lu...
Public service announcement.
Unless you’re very experienced with them and your cat is very accustomed to them, don’t ever try those cat bathing bags. Not unless you want a traumatized, half-strangled kitty, water everywhere, and scratches on every area of skin he can...
Might just be a milestone.
I’m almost done with “An Insurrection.” I figure I need about an hour of unbroken time after work to wrap up the last 500-odd words of it, filling in the little gaps I left during last night’s flurry to get the basic chain of...
Insurrection.
Despite my previous growling on the subject, I may be willing to buy into the personification of a muse if only because mine, if he or she exists, is a contrary little cow who doesn’t like to let me sleep. I’ve been turning over a short ...
