wyld_dandelyon: (a wizard writing)
I sit here drinking tea from the teapot my daughter made, pulling and turning clay with her own hands, learning in college a truth that artists need to hold dear, that the process is so important, if the process doesn’t enrich the artist the finished product doesn’t either. If the finished product ever comes to exist, that is.

pot by aislinn

I don’t, of course, mean that there’s no work in producing art—there’s a lot of it, sweat and frustration and sometimes just sheer slogging forward. But there’s more, though it’s really hard to pin it down and describe it, especially when you’re slogging. And that *more* is valuable and necessary.

It being January, I’m also thinking over the past year, which was full of slogging. I didn’t accomplish anywhere near as much as I’d planned, though I was busy with necessary things almost every day. There were just so many of them! I had been feeling bad about that as I pulled into Windycon, but then a friend asked about my year and I talked and talked and talked, finally walking away feeling like I’d overstayed my welcome (though she assured me I hadn’t).  Afterward, I realized how many things I had done but hadn’t mentioned.  It was a full and frustrating year.

I started out with simple goals, I thought. Make abundant room for creative pursuits in my house and in my life. Get me and My Angel healthier. Get the house in less of a state of deferred maintenance. Finish unfinished stories and start new ones.

I did a lot of work toward those goals, but finding that magic point where you say "it's done!" mostly eluded me.  I kept finding things that had to be done before the things I had my sights on—and then, things that had to be done so those things could get done.  In between, I found new, urgent things to spend time on, like getting the heat fixed (twice).

I had big dreams.  I knew I was tired when I left the law firm, but I didn’t realize how totally exhausted I was, nor did I plan on getting dreadfully sick right after that. It took weeks after I felt “better” to have energy to do stuff, even very simple stuff like painting walls and fixing plaster.  (In case you have any doubt, painting walls a single color and filling cracks in the wall with plaster take a lot less emotional and intellectual energy than telling a story, painting a picture, or singing a song.)

My Angel continued to be sick, even with the thyroid medication, and her doctor gave her a handicapped parking card. We’ve spent the year talking with her various doctors about shifting her medications, trying to find a better mix so she could be more active, fall down less, and feel better.  We have made some progress, but that tale still isn't done.

We are now in mid-renovation for both bathrooms, since the one that was in mostly-inactive status had to be swiftly moved to primary-bathroom status despite its incomplete renovation status, so we could fix toilet leaks and rotting flooring upstairs. We still have to take out the toilet downstairs and do similar repairs there, once we finish fixing the walls in the upstairs bathroom, which couldn't be reached without moving the bathtub.  And so it goes. (Gosh, these projects would be much easier if I could just hire a crew to do all the work.)

Health issues continue to require attention. Just recently, I went to pick up a friend to get the necessary snow shoveling done, and even that tiny, short exposure to the sub-zero cold moved me back from relying on the computer to remind me to take my daily minimum asthma medicines to my lungs reminding me rather insistently to take the maximum dosages. The allergies and asthma are also an issue with making room; I have to be careful handling dusty things or things that might be full of mold or other allergens.  And even if I had enough money to just hire workmen to do all the needed repairs, the work of sifting through things and throwing away or giving away the stuff that doesn't enrich my life can't be so easily delegated.

Looking forward, and remembering how sick I got after last year’s virus (the doctor didn’t actually give me a diagnosis, just strong pills, but given the symptoms I must have gone from a flu into either bronchitis or pneumonia), I have been very cautious about heading out to parties and other gatherings, and I sure hope that the flu epidemic will be over by next month, when I’m scheduled to be at Capricon.  I have to remind myself to eat healthy, sleep well, and claim the best health I can.

So, as I finish my tea, I remember that process matters in life too. The work of art that is my life isn’t finished, but I’m making progress. I remind myself of my sister, Dragon’s, chant—slow progress is still progress. And I think about how nice it is to take mint leaves from my garden and put them into a hand-made pot given to me by my now-adult child, thoughtfully made with a strainer built into the clay. That makes me think of the song by Elmer Beal, which honors the creators in the world, and says, in part, “…the future is more than the following day, it's fashioned securely in the clay.”

I take another sip, and look at the mug my tea is in.  I wanted a mug in suitable colors for the pot, since my daughter focused on making teapots; at the Restore (which sells furniture building materials and the like as a fund-raiser for Habitat for Humanity) I found a mug with a name written around it in Irish letters.

cup bottom restore cup

I was of course not so lucky as to find a mug with my name on it; this one was, instead, for Patricia. It feels right, however, since my Aunt was a Patricia, so that the herbs grown in the sacred earth of my garden are housed in a pot made of clay by the next generation, and a cup that I think was made in Ireland, where most of my ancestors lived, that commemorates the previous generation. Past, present, and future, heritage and dreams, earth, air, fire, water, and spirit—they’re all tangled together, no more separate than the different sides of a polyhedral die.

As I finish my tea, I resolve to be open to the processes needed for the new year, and to frame my goals in wide terms. More specificity might suit a different year better, but for this new year I think I need to be more alive to the possibilities of the moment. In general terms however, I resolve to continue my goal of making room, and very specifically add the intentional goal of staying healthy enough to do a lot more, both on the house and on the creative front. I plan to have a lot of fun (and doubtless lots of frustration) writing and arting and creating the best stories of my life, so far. I may fashion my bit of the future mostly in pixels, instead of clay, but in this modern world, that is just as real.

And I think I’ll drink more tea, from this pot and this mug, and from others, and remember that each act of creation is a measure of my faith in the future as well as my small part in creating it.

And so I tip my glass to all of you.  Slàinte!
wyld_dandelyon: (Rainbow Margay Mage)
I've been busy lately, on the house and finishing up the garden for the year.

In the spring, I took the poor, spindly tomato plants that survived the terrible cold of last winter and the neglect of me getting too sick to remember to water them in the spring, and planted them outside. Most of them survived, but barely. They never produced more tomatoes, and will go to a well-deserved final rest when the first hard frost hits in a few days.

On the other hand, the purple basil that self-seeded into my lawn, and which I relocated into the beds around the tomato plants did fine, growing lots of pretty (and tasty) purple leaves. They flowered and went to seed, and I did my best to knock the seeds away from the lawn when I harvested the leaves. I do enjoy the flowers, and may get outside tomorrow and claim them, but I very much enjoy having the self-seeded plants every year, so I left those parts to get as many mature seeds as possible.

Here is a picture of tomatoes harvested during the summer:

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I got new tomato plants for the second floor porch, so I wasn't lacking in fresh tomatoes. Those are now in my spare room, though it's been a windy year, and the leaves that grew strong enough for high winds and direct sun have not, for the most part, done well inside even with the grow lights. That's nearly always an issue when you move tomatoes in or out; hopefully these will revive over time. If not, I'll have to plant new ones. But in the meantime, I have a couple of small ripe tomatoes in the refrigerator and almost a dozen ripening inside.

I also have purple basil going to seed inside, since I brought in a few plants last fall and they seeded into the pots they were in.

But the biggest surprise this year was the oregano. Friendly birds apparently dropped oregano seeds around the garden, and the winter didn't discourage the oregano at all. I had a huge harvest of oregano where I planted it and also several clumps in other places, including with the roses in the front yard. I had so much I gave away some to passing neighbors and took a whole grocery bag full to a local homeless shelter.

2014 oregano for the homeless shelter

oregano in the roses

The oregano took over the plot it was in, almost completely crowding out the lemon balm and peppermint there. I clearly have work to do next spring. But for the meantime, the roses are covered with fall leaves to help keep them safe and secure over the winter, I have bags of chocolate mint, oregano, and other herbs drying inside, and I am grateful I do not have to rely on my garden to supply me with food through the whole winter.

I am also very glad I have space to grow fresh herbs and tomatoes, and hopefully more than that next year.
wyld_dandelyon: (cat is ready)
northern lights tomato i think
northernlights closer

These "northern lights" tomatoes were very good on pizza this week.
wyld_dandelyon: (cat is ready)
You can be too busy to think, distracted by grief and worry, dreams and plans, errands and chores, and more, and if you don't deprive them of basics like dirt and water and light, they do their thing:

3 indoor tomatoes
1 indoor tomato

These are some of the tomatoes that were on my upstairs front porch during the summer.  Yes, there's more than one variety; the colors actually are different, that's not just an artifact of taking pictures with a cell phone--though, on reflection, I also realize that the second picture's colors are affected by having a glowing grow light sitting there just barely out of the frame.  I turned off the grow light that's near the grouping of three.

This just goes to show that sometimes you have to rearrange things to achieve your goals.  Indoor tomato plants, actually bearing fruit.  I am pleased!

I'm working on rearranging other things in my life too; refinancing the mortgage, sorting through clothes (and other stuff) and designating some for donating and some for trash, trying to help the docs figure out how to get My Angel healthier, and more.  It's more and more clear to me that I need a writing/arting office, and I've known for some time that I need more time and space to be creative.  I think I will be able to make some big changes soon.  I hope.  Keep your fingers crossed for me while I work on making room and rearranging things.

In other news, the moon in the clouds was beautiful tonight. The pictures taken before I messed with the camera settings were stained pink by the color of my phone cover, but these two came out pretty well, I think:

novembermoon2013 novembermoon2013--

Happy Full Moon, everyone!
wyld_dandelyon: (cat is ready)
So, I've been meaning to take a picture of the second floor of my front porch, which is currently home to all but one of the biggest tomato plants I've got this year. (I got two planted out in the yard; only one of those has survived.)

Anyway, Milwaukee is currently engulfed in a heat wave, so I've been going out every day to water the upstairs tomatoes, and I finally remembered to take some pictures.

vertical pic of tomatoes on the porch

They're still awfully young for the time of year, but being in pots means I can bring them inside when frost threatens.

The pots all have pumice rocks on top of the dirt because our kitties are allowed out on the porch, and they're perfectly happy to dig in just about any dirt.  Rough-textured rocks, on the other hand, aren't so much fun.

The other feature worth mentioning is that I can indulge in garden decorations that would, sadly, be stolen if I put them out in the yard.  Yay for purple butterflies!

tomato with metal butterfly and bauble

So, here's hoping the bees are fertilizing my tiny flowers, and I will have tomatoes!
wyld_dandelyon: (cat is ready)
So, I've been busy with general life stuff; trying to get My Angel's medical situation more stable, making sure we have diabetic-friendly kitty food, kicking a freeloader outs of my house (as gently as possible, because I promised, not because he deserved it), overtime at work, cleaning house (including cleaning up after the freeloader, who arranged to leave during My Angel's sleep hours and my work hours, thus making it impossible for me to insist he do things like clean the toilet he left literally black.)  He not only failed to do things he promised to do, he also did things like glue a bit of wood to my doorway without asking permission, which I missed until he had gone.  Sigh.

On the positive side, I didn't realize how much his ungrateful, disrespectful, and lazy presence was stressing me out until he was gone.  And he is gone.

But I haven't been around LJ (or even my Twitter chats) much.  Overtime is nice for the budget, but that's not enough to make up, in my emotional and creative life, for the time it takes.

The one who is now gone from my house was supposed to pick me up some potting soil so I could start seedlings early. About a month later, he came to me and said, "I think I found what you want." He never did actually bring any home, so the seedlings weren't started early; the cold wet late spring then meant that the tomatoes grew very slowly. I finally have one flower on the biggest plant; about half of them are now about the size I'd want to plant outside if it was late April or early May, and the rest are still seedlings. *sigh* I'm planting them in bigger pots, putting the biggest ones on the second floor porch outside, so I can bring them inside in the fall.

Here are some of them as they were a few months ago.  I'll have to take current pictures for you.

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The person staying in what was, essentially, my guest room, was also supposed to do some things around the house since he wasn't able to pay rent. The first thing I asked was for him to sand the rough-plastered walls in the downstairs bathroom so we could paint and seal them so the shower could be used. That was, apparently, too hard for him, so now that he's gone (and his toothbrush and other stuff isn't there to collect plaster dust) I've been working on the walls most nights. I suppose I shouldn't have let his stuff keep me from working on my house, but I guess I kept hoping he'd decide it would be nice to have a fully-functioning bathroom near the room he was using, and do the work. It's not as if sanding walls is complex or mysterious, it just takes time and elbow grease. Spackle helps too (which, again, isn't exactly complex or mysterious, though it's a bit more of a skilled job than the sanding.

But now the bathroom is well on the way to being actually finished; my friend [livejournal.com profile] filkart gave me some moon-and-star theme bathroom accessories for Yule and I was hoping to find some matching bathroom fixtures (towel racks and the like). Sadly, my e-bay and Google searches today didn't yield anything that comes close to matching.  There is a wooden toilet paper holder; perhaps I'll paint it to match the theme.  But I don't know what I'll do for towel racks; the ones I have are green plastic, plain and serviceable and absolutely the wrong color.

Well, the latest bit of spackle is probably dry enough to sand; I can get a bit more work done today if I go do it.

But it's good to be back.
wyld_dandelyon: (great wizard by djinni)
I love having a kitchen garden. It's hard to do in a city full of wildlife (I have squirrels, possums, raccoons, rabbits, and homeless bipeds roaming my neighborhood), but it's satisfying to grow your own food and things picked fresh are much tastier than store-bought.

I found some of my seeds from previous years this winter. Most are 2-3 years old, since I didn't manage to set up my garden last year. That was probably just as well, as we had a drought all year and I didn't have time to water all the time.

But this year (about a week ago) I set up a flat and decided to see if any of my old seeds will sprout. We'll see. In the meantime, I ordered some weird tomatoes--they get stolen less than the normal sort, and besides, I really like the flavors of most of the stripey and purple varieties.

Oh, and fresh herbs! They're so wonderful.

I can buy great seeds
But not sun, rain, or wildlife
Still, this year, I'll try


I got outside briefly today, and dug up a bit of the garden, pulling out the tufts of grass that took root there over last summer. It was too cold for just my shirt and too hot with my coat on, but I got a bit done before bringing my half-frozen fingers back inside.

pea plot please
wyld_dandelyon: A happily sleeping purple, green & gold dragon (sleeping dragon)
One of the nice things about this new computer is the bouncing bubbles screen saver. The virtual bubbles are see-through (in case you haven't seen this screen saver) so you can still see whatever was onscreen--even read it-- through the bubbles. It's relaxing and almost mesmerizing.

I do keep forgetting the clock doesn't update while the screen saver is on.

I never got a vegetable garden in this year, between wasting time on the garage and the many cold or wet days we had this spring. So I've been missing out on my fresh peas. However, my friend Ithiriel did get her garden in, and harvested too many peas for her and [livejournal.com profile] filkart  to eat today, so when they came over to do music, I was gifted with fresh peas.  Now I have snacks for tomorrow, assuming I don't forget they're in the 'fridge and leave for work without them. 

Oh--and My Angel made french toast out of the current loaf of safe-bread, which worked MUCH better than making a roast beef sandwich with it did.  The Sami's  bread was much better for that, but I'm all out of it and haven't figured out where to buy it if The Nutman isn't selling in my work building this week.  I can have the other half of the batch for breakfast--and thank goodness real maple syrup is safe food for me!!!

And best of all, my voice appears to have finally recovered from the reaction to the out-gassing new carpets in the hotel where Duckon was held.  Maybe my feet will soon stop being so swollen.

Overall, it's been a pretty good day.

This weekend:  Muse Fusion over at [livejournal.com profile] torn_world . 

And next week, in honor of the [livejournal.com profile] crowdfunding  community being in LJ's spotlight, I plan to do a card draw, and am contemplating whether I have something new and interesting to say about Busking in Cyberland. 

So if anyone wants to share comments or questions about online busking, comments on what you'd like to see me writing, or suggestions for what deck(s) to use in addition to Rai Kunabei's disks, please, feel free to share.

And if not--what's good in your life during this fine full moon?
wyld_dandelyon: A happily sleeping purple, green & gold dragon (sleeping dragon)
One of the nice things about this new computer is the bouncing bubbles screen saver. The virtual bubbles are see-through (in case you haven't seen this screen saver) so you can still see whatever was onscreen--even read it-- through the bubbles. It's relaxing and almost mesmerizing.

I do keep forgetting the clock doesn't update while the screen saver is on.

I never got a vegetable garden in this year, between wasting time on the garage and the many cold or wet days we had this spring. So I've been missing out on my fresh peas. However, my friend Ithiriel did get her garden in, and harvested too many peas for her and [livejournal.com profile] filkart  to eat today, so when they came over to do music, I was gifted with fresh peas.  Now I have snacks for tomorrow, assuming I don't forget they're in the 'fridge and leave for work without them. 

Oh--and My Angel made french toast out of the current loaf of safe-bread, which worked MUCH better than making a roast beef sandwich with it did.  The Sami's  bread was much better for that, but I'm all out of it and haven't figured out where to buy it if The Nutman isn't selling in my work building this week.  I can have the other half of the batch for breakfast--and thank goodness real maple syrup is safe food for me!!!

And best of all, my voice appears to have finally recovered from the reaction to the out-gassing new carpets in the hotel where Duckon was held.  Maybe my feet will soon stop being so swollen.

Overall, it's been a pretty good day.

This weekend:  Muse Fusion over at [livejournal.com profile] torn_world . 

And next week, in honor of the [livejournal.com profile] crowdfunding  community being in LJ's spotlight, I plan to do a card draw, and am contemplating whether I have something new and interesting to say about Busking in Cyberland. 

So if anyone wants to share comments or questions about online busking, comments on what you'd like to see me writing, or suggestions for what deck(s) to use in addition to Rai Kunabei's disks, please, feel free to share.

And if not--what's good in your life during this fine full moon?
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
I headed outside with recycling, to store it in the bin out there until the City picks it up, and stopped to eat some Mulberries from the tree. I heard two women complimenting our flowers and headed toward the sidewalk to say thank you.

One of the women had a whole bouquet--some day lilies, two Asian lilies - one complete with roots - and a rose. Upon seeing me, she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I didn't mean to!"

As if the flowers had jumped into her hands of their own free will!

She was wrinkled and worn, with a piercing in her tongue. Heck if I know how old she was. But I scolded her like an eight-year-old. She reacted like an eight-year-old too.

I told her I paid money for those flowers. She said again that she didn't mean to. I told her of course she meant to. And then I accepted her apology, asked her not to do it again, and brought the flowers inside.

She said she wouldn't do it again. We'll see.

I'm still having trouble getting over "I didn't mean to" from a grown person.

In other news, the phone isn't saving pictures properly to my phone card; I don't know if the card was damaged when I downloaded pics from it recently or if the phone is continuing its slow disintegration.  I had to take this picture with My Angel's phone, which is why it's grainier than usual.  Oh, well, it's better than not having a camera available.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
I headed outside with recycling, to store it in the bin out there until the City picks it up, and stopped to eat some Mulberries from the tree. I heard two women complimenting our flowers and headed toward the sidewalk to say thank you.

One of the women had a whole bouquet--some day lilies, two Asian lilies - one complete with roots - and a rose. Upon seeing me, she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I didn't mean to!"

As if the flowers had jumped into her hands of their own free will!

She was wrinkled and worn, with a piercing in her tongue. Heck if I know how old she was. But I scolded her like an eight-year-old. She reacted like an eight-year-old too.

I told her I paid money for those flowers. She said again that she didn't mean to. I told her of course she meant to. And then I accepted her apology, asked her not to do it again, and brought the flowers inside.

She said she wouldn't do it again. We'll see.

I'm still having trouble getting over "I didn't mean to" from a grown person.

In other news, the phone isn't saving pictures properly to my phone card; I don't know if the card was damaged when I downloaded pics from it recently or if the phone is continuing its slow disintegration.  I had to take this picture with My Angel's phone, which is why it's grainier than usual.  Oh, well, it's better than not having a camera available.
wyld_dandelyon: (Allegedly Sleepy)
One of the things I love about dandelions is that they don't wait for permission to grow and be pretty.  Here's a picture of a dandelion I took a few weeks ago, growing with exuberance in the tiny crack where the alley behind my house meets up with the next house along the way.

And I don't think I bragged about it yet, but this is my newest icon by [livejournal.com profile] djinni .  Tod is awesome, the way he can draw so many, many icons in each batch and have them all come out  unique and attractive.

Of course, I love my roses too.  I have to spend some time taking pictures while they're at the height of their season, especially since that's now, not during Duckon, like in a normal year.  I'll try to do that tomorrow, instead of what I did today--get computers running normally again (this computer decided to stop noticing the touchpad; the old one that My Angel's been using for games stopped recognizing the keyboard.  That issue resolved when I turned it off and let the updates install; mine I had to call for help to get resolved.  Then (as if that wasn't enough chores for the day) I paid some  bills and did the *delightful* (ahem) adding and subtracting in the checkbook so I know how much money I'll have when the bill payments clear.  (Never mind that the next paycheck will be deposited before all of them clear, and I don't have that added in yet because I don't know exactly what it will be yet!  Let me feel accomplished!)

I've been thinking about finishing Feeding the Hungry, or perhaps writing the sequel, with a different name, and I've also been thinking about how to structure Fireborn to turn it into a finished novel.  Dang that Dragon-boy for insisting on being a viewpoint character--and a good addition besides.  It makes the story all lopsided as it is. 

Oh, well, no one ever promised that the fun stuff would be easy.

Come to think of it, the easy stuff gets boring awfully quickly...

So, tomorrow's goals--get some writing done, photograph roses, and blog about them too!

wyld_dandelyon: (Allegedly Sleepy)
One of the things I love about dandelions is that they don't wait for permission to grow and be pretty.  Here's a picture of a dandelion I took a few weeks ago, growing with exuberance in the tiny crack where the alley behind my house meets up with the next house along the way.

And I don't think I bragged about it yet, but this is my newest icon by [livejournal.com profile] djinni .  Tod is awesome, the way he can draw so many, many icons in each batch and have them all come out  unique and attractive.

Of course, I love my roses too.  I have to spend some time taking pictures while they're at the height of their season, especially since that's now, not during Duckon, like in a normal year.  I'll try to do that tomorrow, instead of what I did today--get computers running normally again (this computer decided to stop noticing the touchpad; the old one that My Angel's been using for games stopped recognizing the keyboard.  That issue resolved when I turned it off and let the updates install; mine I had to call for help to get resolved.  Then (as if that wasn't enough chores for the day) I paid some  bills and did the *delightful* (ahem) adding and subtracting in the checkbook so I know how much money I'll have when the bill payments clear.  (Never mind that the next paycheck will be deposited before all of them clear, and I don't have that added in yet because I don't know exactly what it will be yet!  Let me feel accomplished!)

I've been thinking about finishing Feeding the Hungry, or perhaps writing the sequel, with a different name, and I've also been thinking about how to structure Fireborn to turn it into a finished novel.  Dang that Dragon-boy for insisting on being a viewpoint character--and a good addition besides.  It makes the story all lopsided as it is. 

Oh, well, no one ever promised that the fun stuff would be easy.

Come to think of it, the easy stuff gets boring awfully quickly...

So, tomorrow's goals--get some writing done, photograph roses, and blog about them too!

wyld_dandelyon: (a wizard writing)
I'd love to see you there. Or here. What excites you in a story?



Perhaps, this weekend, I'll be Muse Fusioning outside with all the flowers--the roses are finally blooming, and here are some of the last of the irises!


wyld_dandelyon: (a wizard writing)
I'd love to see you there. Or here. What excites you in a story?



Perhaps, this weekend, I'll be Muse Fusioning outside with all the flowers--the roses are finally blooming, and here are some of the last of the irises!


wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] ellenmillion now has hardcopies of the anthology Family Ties and Torn Skies. Advance perks are going away this weekend. Reviewer perks will still be available. Let her know if you would like to review our book. Request an e-copy here: http://www.tornworld.net/familyties.php and let her know where the review will appear.  Your blog, Amazon, and Smashwords, for instance.

We're about halfway to providing comp copies for contributors, so your support is welcome.

If you see me at Duckon this weekend, please feel free to ask to see  a copy.  I have some to sell, but so long as I have even one left, I'll be glad to let you look at it!

The roses are starting to bloom!  This little bush was almost hidden by the garage and the lilac.  It seems pleased to be getting more sun.

The silver lining for our long, cold spring is that this year the best weekend for the roses will NOT be during Duckon.  

If I have internet at the con, there's more pictures of roses to share--and maybe even pictures of Duckon.  

In front, we have irises!

wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] pics  now has hardcopies of the anthology Family Ties and Torn Skies. Advance perks are going away this weekend. Reviewer perks will still be available. Let her know if you would like to review our book. Request an e-copy here: http://www.tornworld.net/familyties.php and let her know where the review will appear.  Your blog, Amazon, and Smashwords, for instance.

We're about halfway to providing comp copies for contributors, so your support is welcome.

If you see me at Duckon this weekend, please feel free to ask to see  a copy.  I have some to sell, but so long as I have even one left, I'll be glad to let you look at it!

The roses are starting to bloom!  This little bush was almost hidden by the garage and the lilac.  It seems pleased to be getting more sun.

The silver lining for our long, cold spring is that this year the best weekend for the roses will NOT be during Duckon.  

If I have internet at the con, there's more pictures of roses to share--and maybe even pictures of Duckon.  

In front, we have irises!

wyld_dandelyon: (great wizard by djinni)
(or "when to expect my cell phone to be off this weekend")

I will be busy at Duckon. I hope to arrive on Friday before Nate Bucklin's guitar workshop at 8, but I must be there before 9, as that's my first panel:

Friday, June 17
9:00 P.M. Vampires: Hidden Desires Unleashed or Misdirected? (Mahogany Ballroom I)
Descript: Vampires in TV programs and movies are glamorous, desirable, and loveable. Ancient folklore and myth view them in not so admirable ways. How did we reach the point where everyone wants to have his or her own vampire girl/boy friend?

Saturday, June 18
3:00 P.M. Reality of Science Fiction/Fantasy Character Roles in True Life (Mahogany Ballroom I)
Descript: How many fictional roles appearing in books, magazines and movies are actually feasible in the real world? Could a Mulder exist and encounter aliens?
5:00 P.M. How Writers Motivate Themselves to Write (Mahogany Ballroom II)

Sunday, June 19
10:00 A.M. Writing in Someone Else's World (Mahogany Ballroom II)
11:00 A.M. Autographing (Room 1212) (You will share the room with Michael Williams and Shirley Damsgaard)
1:00 P.M. Balancing Historical Fact and Fiction (Mahogany Ballroom I)
Descript: How do you change the past but still make a believable story? What percentage of facts do you really twist without totally convoluting the reality of your alternate history? When does changing too many facts completely negate an understandable, possible future?
2:00 P.M. Reading (Room 1210) (You will be dividing your hour with Kathryn Sullivan.)

Four things in five hours on Sunday...I will have to eat a real meal on Saturday, sometime.  If someone wants to do lunch or dinner, l with a person who has to be not only gluten-free but also corn-free, especially if you have some idea where to find healthy food that meets those qualifications, please let me know!

If you'll be at the con, I'd love to see you at any of the panels.  If not (or even if you will be there), you're welcome to kibitz ahead of time on any of the above topics.  I have a nice, roomy comment thread available here, after all!

(In other news, here's the first rose in our garden this year; the picture was taken Friday.)
wyld_dandelyon: (great wizard by djinni)
(or "when to expect my cell phone to be off this weekend")

I will be busy at Duckon. I hope to arrive on Friday before Nate Bucklin's guitar workshop at 8, but I must be there before 9, as that's my first panel:

Friday, June 17
9:00 P.M. Vampires: Hidden Desires Unleashed or Misdirected? (Mahogany Ballroom I)
Descript: Vampires in TV programs and movies are glamorous, desirable, and loveable. Ancient folklore and myth view them in not so admirable ways. How did we reach the point where everyone wants to have his or her own vampire girl/boy friend?

Saturday, June 18
3:00 P.M. Reality of Science Fiction/Fantasy Character Roles in True Life (Mahogany Ballroom I)
Descript: How many fictional roles appearing in books, magazines and movies are actually feasible in the real world? Could a Mulder exist and encounter aliens?
5:00 P.M. How Writers Motivate Themselves to Write (Mahogany Ballroom II)

Sunday, June 19
10:00 A.M. Writing in Someone Else's World (Mahogany Ballroom II)
11:00 A.M. Autographing (Room 1212) (You will share the room with Michael Williams and Shirley Damsgaard)
1:00 P.M. Balancing Historical Fact and Fiction (Mahogany Ballroom I)
Descript: How do you change the past but still make a believable story? What percentage of facts do you really twist without totally convoluting the reality of your alternate history? When does changing too many facts completely negate an understandable, possible future?
2:00 P.M. Reading (Room 1210) (You will be dividing your hour with Kathryn Sullivan.)

Four things in five hours on Sunday...I will have to eat a real meal on Saturday, sometime.  If someone wants to do lunch or dinner, l with a person who has to be not only gluten-free but also corn-free, especially if you have some idea where to find healthy food that meets those qualifications, please let me know!

If you'll be at the con, I'd love to see you at any of the panels.  If not (or even if you will be there), you're welcome to kibitz ahead of time on any of the above topics.  I have a nice, roomy comment thread available here, after all!

(In other news, here's the first rose in our garden this year; the picture was taken Friday.)
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Which means it's fall. I'm not ready for fall. Fall means buying heat, and I still don't have a permanent job. Fall means taking time to gather the neighborhood's leaves to cover the roses. And this year, I'd like to refill the compost--for some reason, we didn't have a lot of height in the grass, so fewer grass clippings ended up there, and I was ignoring the garden a lot, so fewer weeds ended up there...it's a pit, not a heap.

But fall is so pretty, with the reds and golds and oranges and yellows that the chlorophyll hides all summer revealed.

People are like that too, though. We all have things we have to do to eat, take care of our families, stay warm in winter. And so often, that's all you see of a person.

But every once in a while, we can put those essential roles aside, and let our innerselves shine through.

And then, Oh, the glory!


(The photo is of one of the leaves I have appliqued.)

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