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Forth… Fifth…Sixth…Heh. The big news is that Ray has started crawling. Neck and neck with babyproofing. All sharp objects and poisonous substances are above floor level and locked up. Baby gate protects the furnace room. Outlet covers taped over the cat’s claws, subversive literature (Curious George) prominently displayed, plexiglass covering the computer cordage. She’s not […]

Back. Life sucks when you don’t have the internet. But Lee and Ray and I are back. Ahhhh…. Everybody is OK. Call it a series of happy events. It’s been too busy at work even to sneak peeks…

Outing. Drove out to the park by the “lake” with the bébé. She’d fallen asleep on the drive over, so I sat in the car and read Gormenghast while I waited for her to wake up. We chased gulls and watched the ducks and dogs wiggle their tails. The sand blew in our eyes, so

Snippet: Nothing You Do Makes Me Happy. My jaw dropped. She shrugged. “I’m not human, you idiot.” She shrugged again, and her body fell out like a cheap hair extension. I didn’t have to say a word. Not necessary around telepathic aliens. Talk about relationship problems. I giggled like a girl. “No, not all women

Ray. Hmm…the new things that she’s doing aren’t really glaringly new. Except that she can sit up now. She’s not very graceful about it — and get her excited about it, and she’ll kick her legs (and tip herself over backward). The other new things are intangible this time: If you snuggle a toy into

Dance of Joy! Dance of Joy!http://www.blogger.com/blog.pyra?blogid=3368851 I’ll be published in this month’s issue of Banshee Studios, with the flash fiction, “Love,” also posted here on April 20th. Ahhhh. It feels good. Update: The new issue doesn’t come up until May 1st.

Reviews: The Man Who Wasn’t There & a Nancy Kress non-fic book. We watched “The Man Who Wasn’t There” last night. Hmmm….reminds me of a couple of kids who’ve dragged out every toy in the toybox and put about a third of them back. I was waiting (we rented the DVD) for a section in

Happiness is… “I said, ‘Are you an Asian thumping monkey? Thump once for yes and twice for no.’ And then she thumped eleven times.”–Lee, talking about Ray.

Keep this in mind, De There are people who can write journals that are worthy of being published. Kafka, for instance. This blog, on the other hand, will never see print. Why? Because it’s my freedom. I don’t have to edit if I don’t want to. I’m starting to feel the pressure, while I’m writing

And back from the mail… “One Cool Million” has come back from Asimov’s, with a form letter. Sigh. Damn form letters anyway.