Or, really, the title of this post should probably be ‘Stop Expecting to be Creative When You’re Sick, Anna’. I’ve been sick for the past two weeks. I think I’m starting to get better, or at least I can now sometimes go a half-hour at a stretch without coughing, versus the two-minute stretches that were the best I was managing half-a-week ago. Huzza for progress! So, mostly for the past two weeks I’ve been working a little bit, sleeping a…
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The Heart of the Gull Queen’s Huntress This is Installment 22 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘The Heart of the Gull Queen’s Huntress’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! (And the character list is here.) Previously… “Thank you, Lot,” El said, stepping up beside her and taking her hand like the child she appeared to be. “That was almost more than he could…
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The Heart of the Gull Queen’s Huntress This is Installment 21 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘The Heart of the Gull Queen’s Huntress’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! (And the character list is here.) Previously… El stopped before they had the chance to be pushed too far into the public ways, closing her eyes and bracing herself against Lot, who had stopped…
Things are weird in my garden right now, and not just because of the weather. The inside of one of my hoses collapsed (how does that happen?!). And this iris has been lying, beheaded, on the pavement for 3 DAYS without wilting. It’s like the laws of physics are reinventing themselves!
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The Heart of the Gull Queen’s Huntress This is Installment 20 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘The Heart of the Gull Queen’s Huntress’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! (And the character list is here.) Previously… Then they reached down, carefully, firmly, and pulled it, burning, from the depths of their flesh and soul. And cast it away into the river’s night, already…
Sometimes my daughters get very exasperated when I forget something they’ve told me, like whether they talked to their teacher about turning that homework assignment in late, or that they have a planned social engagement this week, or that they already took the test on The Great Gatsby and don’t need to think about it anymore. I try to tell them that it is hard to remember everything everybody is up to, and that furthermore, being older, my memory banks…
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