Ah, it’s a spammer morning…

by | Sep 15, 2010 | Journal

I’ve deleted 8 of ’em this morning trying to sell us various wonderful items. If you are a legitimate member attempting to sign aboard, do NOT use a highly commercial-looking name such as isellstuff trying to get through this gateway. Also...

Past the halfway mark on the book…

by | Sep 13, 2010 | Journal

I’ve got all the pieces gathered up. There are soooooooo many threads in this one, and if I don’t keep them coherent and related to each other, it could all explode. Betsy says sales are holding up, and she is definitely interested in more.

We have finally! gotten the weedcloth across the front…

by | Sep 13, 2010 | Journal

We are out of weedcloth pins and are now stealing them from areas weighted by mulch, but I have ordered some off the internet—the internet to order stupid weedcloth pins, for gosh sake! It’s starting to look good out there. Jane is approaching the fracture...

Well, I got the Wacom board!

by | Sep 12, 2010 | Journal

I had blamed Amazon and the seller—but guess what: there’s almost always a stack of books awaiting signing sitting in my living room, and when a box from a bookseller arrived, it got piled there—nearly a month ago. My brother, who gave it to me for...

Anyone asks my personal koan…I'm a Zen Stoic.

by | Sep 11, 2010 | Journal

Nothing happens to us unless we permit it to. If you let unhappiness and resentment, bitterness, jealousy and fear past your personal gate, you simply have to round them up and herd them right back out the doors again. That kind of visitor can rage and howl and...

Anyone asks my personal koan…I’m a Zen Stoic.

by | Sep 11, 2010 | Journal

Nothing happens to us unless we permit it to. If you let unhappiness and resentment, bitterness, jealousy and fear past your personal gate, you simply have to round them up and herd them right back out the doors again. That kind of visitor can rage and howl and...

Writing again…after the upset.

by | Sep 10, 2010 | Journal

Writers are delicate creatures. We live on imagination of the worst possible outcome, and we spot clues to moods in others with the zeal of a confirmed paranoiac. When things are going really well, we hear voices. When the noise of life or general stress drowns out...

A better morning so far.

by | Sep 9, 2010 | Journal

Yesterday began with finding a piece of my favorite set of glasses, an etched Great Wave pattern that Jane got me long, long ago, broken in the dishwasher. And escalated into a birthday present probably involving an internet scam artist on Amazon… Then the Books...

I am having a morning…

by | Sep 8, 2010 | Journal

Amazon. TWO rounds with pirates selling on Amazon, one I suspect being an offshore seller outright pirating everything in print and selling subscriptions to their ‘service’—the other being a piece of equipment I need to get the Rusalka cover...