Before Christmas, I asked Ray if there was anything she wanted–thinking about something easy, like a trip to the zoo or a video game. I want to color my hair orange, she said. Here’s the deal: Ray doesn’t @#$% around when it comes to hair. The last time I put off getting her bangs cut […]
After some debate, I have determined that I just have to read what’s available–there’s just no way I can conveniently handle the whole issue-that-came-out-in-January-but-says-it’s-the-March-issue thing that the Dell Magazines do. I just can’t. Also, I think I’m behind a few stories from various places…they’ll have to show up as I get to them. I’ll make sure
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Where do you get your ideas from? When people ask me that–they tend not to, although there are a few sweethearts who do–I have to wonder: isn’t it obvious? I am a tool for generating ideas. First I cut things up with my agonizing powers of analysis. Then I stick them back together with my glittery gluestick
Sorry, one more before I get back to the snow. I was trying to explain about winter being magic, and realized it was missing context: not-magic. Matt is less than two years younger than I am; I think he has the exact number of months and days memorized, which, really demonstrates the whole concept of privilege:
Almost done with the first set, which should have been final oh, um, June of last year. Part the penultimate for the Wonderland arc. You can find it on Amazon/Kindle, Barnes&Noble/Nook, and other sites (forthcoming). “We were hoping for some perfectly innocent little girl to happen by so we can eat her, and instead all we
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Don’t worry. I won’t forget about the snow. Every night before one of these comes out, though, I toss and turn, trying to think of the next one to write, and if I don’t agree to write the one that needs to get written next (according to my subconscious), I don’t get to sleep.
I have lost my ability to shrug off the cold. As a kid, the cold wasn’t just cold, it was part of my identity: I am better than you because I can endure the cold. South Dakota has a lot of sour-grapes values: I can’t have nice things, so I’m better than people who can.
To celebrate the last few days of A Murder of Crows being a Kindle exclusive, please for being to tell everyone in the entire world that it’s free January 23-24. I’ll be loading it to Nook, Kobo, Apple, etc., here shortly.
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The early cats in my life are going to be really hard to write about, so I’m going to skip it for now: right now you just get the dogs. Vague Red Dog Sorry, vague red dog. I only vaguely remember you: you must have been an Irish setter. You belonged to Chris, maybe. I
I’m tempted to write this one like a horror story, but that would miss the point. The boogeyman lived inside an old, disconnected furnace inside my great-grandmother’s house, just across the gravel road from my grandparents’ house. It wasn’t until just this morning that I realized her house was a mother-in-law house: probably because
